The Bullshit Continues

First of all, hi to all my friends who have moved over here from my other MySpace page. I'm slowly converting everyone else, but it's taking time because people are used to seeing my tales of woe and the knitting of the unbelievable and virtually prose life I lead.

My world consists of my family (SeanMichael & Hayden, Mom, Ronnie, Aunt Shay & Uncle Lon, Wendy & Sonny, Amy & Rob, Dylan & Ryan, Keri & the littlest Yukatanian, Vicki & her man, Rhonda & her man, Missy & Kristin, Heather & the babies, Tara & the babies, Cody, Zack, Mitchell, Raychel, Tyler, Clay, Britney, Michelle & William & the kids, Tommy Wendy & Sally, ok this ridiculous list can go on for days, I'll cut it off there), our home, which is a job all in itself, earning money, which in this economy can be challenging if not daunting, my pets (Toto, Baby, Oscar, Poofie & the turkeys), my friends (and I will NOT start on THAT extraordinarily long list) and my hobbies.

At no point in all that did I mention stirring up dissention amongst those family members or friends - and I am sick to death of people supposing that I enjoy this drama. I don't. Yeah, I'm a fiction writer and I do love to pen a good letter and a short story, but I prefer to make up the characters in my novels, not experience the displeasure of their acquaintance in person!

Seriously, what kind of idiot am I that I allow people I know are assholes into my sphere? I'm so loyal to my friends that I will put up with almost anything. I have noticed something about myself though. When I have had enough of their shit and I am unhappy with the way they are treating me or other people, I start talking about them more to my other friends.

Take Marie for example (please? LOL). We were friends from 2003 on. I should have known from the day I met her when she divulged that she had been beaten and abused as a child and thrown out into the street at age 12 that there was something amiss. I didn't challenge it then because I kind of felt sorry for her. Matter of fact, that's probably what led to me being friends with someone like her. She is tacky, trashy and beneath me, but still I found it in my heart to be nice to her and her family. This woman was telling me about being violated and all of her dirt the day I met her! Um, the things that have happened to me in my life I share with people only after I've known them a while.

Oh, and on top of that, I have proof. LOL

No, you don't have to prove things to your friends, that's not what I'm saying at all, but it's nice when you can present the evidence when you are interlacing your life story with the current situation. For example, I was saying something about having both my eyes blackened by an ex-boyfriend once because he punched me ONE time right between the eyes. Why did I tell that story? Because we were looking at a photo album and there were pictures of me with my eyes black.

I'm not going into this bitchfest about Marie again. They have taken enough of my life. I am sure I'm not done grousing about my displeasure with those people, but for the moment, suffice-it-to-say that I prepare for the next strike. I am certain there will be more and I am ready. Even your worst will be nothing compared to what happens to them...