your life. get over it. i am.
my life is so much better now because:
- you were a shitty friend and a flake that i, my family and friends are more than happy to have out of our lives.
- i no longer have to listen to you shit talk about everyone you are friends with, your parents and your husband.
- i don’t have to comment on your immature “writing” because you are concerned that you’re not getting comments and therefore everyone hates you.
- i don’t have to tiptoe around any of my friends now, just in case they might flip out at me over me, for example, saying i don’t have a babysitter so that i am able to take a job.
- i don’t have anyone in my life right now who would turn on me on a dime and call me deluded, a loser, someone who fucks everything up and a bad mother. oh and sick. that was my favourite – from someone who can’t even go off of medication without flipping out on everyone in the world and punching themselves in the head repeatedly after maybe possibly accidentally-intentionally taking an overdose.
- i don’t have to, out of pity, invite anyone to family functions that i will later have to apologize to my family about.
- i don’t have to listen to you talk repeatedly about having a baby, not having a baby, wanting a baby, how much my daughter loves you (she didn’t and doesn’t) and how i should hang onto all of my baby stuff for you cuz you will probably need it all as soon as z grows out of it. oh and the one we all laughed about – the hypothetical baby.
- i’m not concerned that one of my friends is either such a cunt as to call child services when they are not really concerned, just to stab me in the back or alternatively, if they are concerned, too chicken shit to mention their concern or make the call prior to the “incident.”
- i don’t have any one who calls themselves my best friend who would blatantly lie to me about the extent of their online relationships with other people. i guess, what, to make me jealous?
- i don’t have to feel guilty about someone repeatedly telling me that they feel bad because they can’t talk to me about my health for fear that i will have a problem with it. cuz you know, being a coward and being concerned but respectful of how your concern is not wanted are two separate things.
- i don’t have anyone who obviously kisses my ass when they love me and talks shit about me to friends they said they never wanted the rest of the time.
- i don’t have to spend time with people who are so desperate for attention that they, for example, would make up lies about assaults because the guy they fucked didn’t want to date them.
- i don’t have to call anyone pretty that i mostly find unattractive.
- i don’t have to tell anyone they look thin in a bikini, when they should have laid off of the burgers and their ass is 130% the width of mine.
- i don’t have to listen to someone to bitch for years about their former friend borrowing and not returning their shit, only for them to do the exact same thing to me – knowing that it’s not even my shit that they’re refusing to return.
i could think of a lot more things, in fact, i, right this moment, have a mental list of 54 reasons i’m happy to no longer be part of your life. i also have had a draft post saved since your call about zoë’s welfare – a great one, really – wherein i use your very own words about how you really feel about most of your friends and family.
most of all, i would like to express the following: you should be concerned as to who your friends are because people talk and msn and email and i have been made aware just to what extent you have “taken the high road and not discussed the incident with anyone.”
so, you can stop talking about me, at least on the fucking internet, you uneducated twat.
* you should know, this is not a threat so much as fun for me now, because as soon as you made that phone call that brought people to my door a day and a half later, it became very important to me that you hurt. and nothing hurts more than telling someone what you (and the world) really think of them. especially when that’s almost everything of import to them.
