Sunday, June 2, 2013

Just a Little Ditty

Someone, who has remained a thorn in my side for years with no end in sight, has made a visit to my blog to search out something she thought was about her. This was only after I refused to respond to her cries for help and after shes tried to interrogate my children. 

I'm happy.

This is me writing that I'm happy.

I love my life. For all the f@#ked up drama that  my life has been, I love it. Why? Because it's mine. I am who I am because of it. You are who you are because of yours.

Using 'you' in this sentence means 'any reader of this post' not any one particular person.  

So when I hear someone that's supposed to be so happy, dogging me to people, it just makes me feel bad for them.  To be so selfish as to take things that people do for the better of their family and turn it into "poor them" it's just retarded.

This paragraph is regarding my mother.  Making people feel sorry for her while at the same time not telling them why I don't speak to her.

However, given that you, indeed, have been busted talking crap about me, have no fear that I'm not writing about's about my mother. 
I know it's a hard concept for you to grasp, but not everything is about you. 

I love my husband. I love my children. I love my home. I am fine. I bitch when I have to clean. I moan when  I have to cook dinner. And I pout when I miss my college kid. But, I can also admit all that. Because I'm human. I ache with arthritis. I'm not thin like I was in my younger days. I haven't won the lottery. Despite all that, I'm really ok. Saying that I dwell on the negative or I'm jealous because someone else is happy does nothing but make you look like a brat....and delusional.

This paragraph means I am human. Being talked about to others that I am jealous of others has been said about me by my mother. While it is true, Mitzie, you have engaged in conversations with others similar to this - this paragraph is regarding my personal circle of people and life, of which you are not a part of.

What I don't do is pretend to be my stepdaughters' mom. While the relationship with my husband's ex-wife is null and void, I still wouldn't disrespect another mother by pretending her children are mine.

*ALERT ALERT* This portion could be about you, Mitzie, you literally call my daughters your own, bearing a 'MOM' sticker referring to my oldest child and thinks that it's ok to introduce my children as yours...however, it's regarding a blogger conversation some of us mom/stepmom bloggers had earlier in the week because the ex wives get angry when their children like the step. This is usually one of the driving forces behind my blogging on certain issues, having a great circle of MomBloggers is a great thing to have. 

I don't guilt trip people when they don't do what I want, or to remind them everything I'm financially doing for them so they feel like they have to stick around do me favors.

This is referring to my mother trying to help me in my life as a single mother. I know money is a sore spot for you and the fight that you've invented in your head must wrack you with pains - but it's about my mother and the strings she extends whenever helping any of her children out with money.

And, as you can tell, I don't keep things bottled up.

I've been through the wringer from day one....literally.  Abuse, molestation, divorce, alcohol, self loathing, eating disorders...blablabla. And despite all of that, I've not killed anyone and then blamed it on my past. I'm not a hoarder because of my past. I'm not depressed because of my past. I don't need Jesus either. I'm fine. I'm good. Despite it all, I'm great.

I noticed, Mitzie, you had nothing to say about this paragraph. Why not? Why not pick apart every single word of this post? Maybe it's because you realized I was talking about reality shows, maybe?

We all have our stories, it's what we choose to do with our stories is how we're defined. Sure, now and again I get down on myself. I'm human.

But, at the end of the day I'm all good. I make my art. I love my family. I cook. I clean. I do the yard. I complain and I laugh.

You and Darrell did the same exact thing to me years ago about a blog post on Myspace. Y'all stalk and threaten and complain for nonsensical things just for the joy of it all. Move on, please.

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Mitzie Prince said...

You are my personal nightmare. I'm so sick of all the drama YOU have placed in our lives for the last 14 years.

Hacking my facebook page to read my stuff.

I have NEVER written anything publicly about you but the last email was too much.

You got exactly what you wanted...Jessica all to yourself.

OH...and I save EVERY email you've ever sent that contradicts all the garbage you put out there.

All those emails you sent apologizing for being such a nightmare years ago and thanking me for being so good to the girls.

I've been in the girl's lives since they were toddlers. I have NEVER tried to be their Mom. Just because I stopped putting the "step" in front of daughter when I introduce Jacqueline or Jessica does not mean I'm claiming them. I have told you countless times what a good Mom you are and you've told me the same thing.

Why are you doing all this now? It makes no sense.

And YES...I looked up your blog to see if you were ranting about us...which is your right to do.

But I'm tired of ignoring your rants. Just's time to just stop. Aren't you tired of all this hate and drama? I know the girls are.


MommieDawn said...

Here you go, Mitzie. Just for you. All about you.