My friend Lee turned me on to this one. A Waffle House Wedding (I shit you not.) This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in quite some time- thanks Lee for brightening my day! I didn’t know you had a blog too! I look forward to reading all about you over my next nightcap. You’ve got to love blogs, such a great way to get support and keep up with people, it has been a life saver for me as of late.
I’ve been pondering, this whole having your life destroyed process is actually that, it is a process. I’ve had highs and lows and been a dutiful blogger through it all. Maybe my pain will eventually help someone else that has had to confront this issue. I’m also pretty pleased that (except for a few deleted posts at the very beginning) I’ve even managed, for the most part, to take the moral high ground (yes Shari, the air is thin up here but at least I haven’t done or said anything that isn’t either 1. completely true or 2. totally justified in my current emotional state.) I haven’t called anyone out by name, including Mr. X, who probably deserves a little public humiliation and flogging (and lord knows I have the photos to do it.) Nor have I identified by name (but maybe occupation, oops) the skank he fooled around with. I’m not a heartless monster. I hate her and believe her to be a hypocritical, calculating, manipulative, vindictive slut, but I’m not going to drag her name (nor his) through the mud- they’ve both got to work, live and buy groceries in this town too. (Has this town gotten smaller, or is it just me?) I have admittedly (and proudly!) taken an attack stance where she is concerned, but honestly, who in my position wouldn’t? Let’s call a spade a spade, I’m allowed, right now, for her to be the face, the vehicle and the catalyst of my pain. She has neither been a victim nor has she been victimized and quite frankly, girlfriend probably has better things to do (like sharpening her stinger for the next target) than read my blog. We weren’t that interested in each other before, why should that change now?
This is my place. MINE. The haters out there (that really should find a hobby, and you can guess what I would suggest) you can’t have it. It is mostly about crafting, cooking and knitting for pity’s sake so my limited audience includes friends, fellow fiber fanatics and my mother. You don’t like me or what I have to say? Do I depress the ever loving shit out of you? Well, go read someone else’s blog. If not, come in, sit down, we’ll eat pie.
