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Service message!
If you are someone I know IRL and read this blog regularly/occasionally/ever, then this message is for you:
I write here when I feel like, what I feel like and however I feel like. I write when I'm angry, upset, sad, happy, amused, whatever.
If I write about something you did in a negative way, then please accept the fact that I probably made you aware of how upset you were making me at the time and you didn't listen. And yes, I exaggerate, but I never lie. If you feel offended by anything you read here, feel free to contact me about it, but remember this:
This is my personal blog. Reading this is a privilege - not a right. If you don't like what you read, don't go here. If you want to drag my ass to court for slander, feel free to do so.
To downstairs lady: Sorry I got your kid's age wrong. I'm still fucking pissed off. I asked you to stop pressing me about the sleeping issue. You wouldn't let it lie. I talk to my friends about it. Sucks to be you.
To Floozie: If you haven't already guessed this, I envy you so incredibly much for getting time with my son and having a hand in what B does with his daddy-time. Having to sit back and let the woman who was the beginning of the end for my first and only relationship take over so much of my son's life is fucking hard for me. I'm pushy, I know that. I apologise if I make you paranoid. But honestly, if someone you hardly knew seemed to have such a large influence on your only child, wouldn't YOU want to check things out as much as you could?
Future warning: I'm going to keep using my journal this way probably way into the future. I usually don't mention names anyone who doesn't know me directly would understand. And those who know me directly either already know about my life or don't read this blog. So drag me to court if you're unhappy. If not, please leave me alone.
Thank you.
I write here when I feel like, what I feel like and however I feel like. I write when I'm angry, upset, sad, happy, amused, whatever.
If I write about something you did in a negative way, then please accept the fact that I probably made you aware of how upset you were making me at the time and you didn't listen. And yes, I exaggerate, but I never lie. If you feel offended by anything you read here, feel free to contact me about it, but remember this:
This is my personal blog. Reading this is a privilege - not a right. If you don't like what you read, don't go here. If you want to drag my ass to court for slander, feel free to do so.
To downstairs lady: Sorry I got your kid's age wrong. I'm still fucking pissed off. I asked you to stop pressing me about the sleeping issue. You wouldn't let it lie. I talk to my friends about it. Sucks to be you.
To Floozie: If you haven't already guessed this, I envy you so incredibly much for getting time with my son and having a hand in what B does with his daddy-time. Having to sit back and let the woman who was the beginning of the end for my first and only relationship take over so much of my son's life is fucking hard for me. I'm pushy, I know that. I apologise if I make you paranoid. But honestly, if someone you hardly knew seemed to have such a large influence on your only child, wouldn't YOU want to check things out as much as you could?
Future warning: I'm going to keep using my journal this way probably way into the future. I usually don't mention names anyone who doesn't know me directly would understand. And those who know me directly either already know about my life or don't read this blog. So drag me to court if you're unhappy. If not, please leave me alone.
Thank you.
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I'm pretty sure that most people are gonna see me as the "bad guy" in this because I have such a hard time letting things be, but if that's what it's gonna take to keep my peace of mind, then so be it.
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