BUSTED!

Someone left me a comment last night/this morning, asking about another blog that has mirrors of my posts from the last few days on it. I’m not exactly how to explain what’s been going on, but I’ll give it a whirl.
The domain in question is, in fact, mine (Proof).
I have been cross posting since last month some time for a few reasons. The Number One is the fact that my dad knows about the other site. He bought me the domain name when I was nineteen years old, and a friend of mine has hosted it ever since. Yes, that site will be a decade old this Christmas. The problem with that, is my dad knows where my blog is, and a few years back, he started some serious real-life drama with it. He printed out my entries and gave them to my mom, who still hen-pecks me about them to this day.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my dad. I even invited him to my daughter’s funeral because he took care of me when I was pregnant with her. He couldn’t attend because the university he works for started their summer session this week and he couldn’t get the day off. I cross-posted much stuff over the past few days. I posted there because my dad’s IPs hit that site a couple of times a day. I was hoping he’d take the hint with my hosting woes and buy me hosting somewhere. He never did.
I never linked the sites for fear my dad would Google (or do some kind of WhoIS search on my email address) it and find my blog here. I want to be able to publicly express myself without fear of my mom getting my entries. It’s just a small fear of mine. My parents are the type who are not married but they remain friends (possibly with benefits) and they talk when it benefits them. Other times they hate each other. Also, my dad bought the Mint counter on that site, so he probably has access to it.
The second reason: I don’t want to Write about what happened. I don’t like to dwell on it. I’ve cross posted to my journal as well because I don’t want to spend all day on the internet writing about a little girl, my little girl, dying of a terrible disease. I still feel responsible and I still feel as though I didn’t do as much for her as I could. As a parent, I feel like a failure.
Last: I’ve been pimping both my blogs on EntreCard because I want the credits to pimp the living hell outta my new site when/if I get it this weekend. I have nearly 45,000 credits built up for nearly a month of my friend and webhost telling me I cannot be hosted on his accounts anymore. I can’t get into why he feels like this, until I get my new site. I don’t think it’s fair to blog about him on his own accounts. I really want to stay friends with him and I fell that getting a new host would solve our relationship snags.
When I change hosts I’ll probably turn my other site into a collective or a picture gallery or something. I doubt that I’ll be doing anymore cross postings, even to my journal. Don’t worry about knowing my new URL. When I get it, I’ll change this URL to redirect there through the register.
No hard or snarky feelings to anyone. It’s my fault. I haven’t felt like writing for the longest time, and I let things drift. It’s one of my (many) character flaws. I can’t approve the comment because Google crawls my site regularly, and I don’t want my dad finding my blog here. So far, his IPs don’t show up here. I’d like to keep it that way.

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