Ruffling Feathers

It seems as though I pissed off someone in my last post. I can’t imagine why. You’d think she’d be over what happened between us and move on. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve had any communication with her, probably because I blocked her on every single outlet I have.

Back in the day, I’d just ban her entire ISP, because she can get a new IP quicker than anything. But alas, these days we use the same ISP, and therefore, if I banned her, I’d be essentially banning myself.

What boggles my mind is this woman will be 50 years old on her next birthday, and yet she’s spending all her time, online, worried about what a woman nearly half her age is doing on the internet. What I am blogging about. Where my journal is. What I have changed my screen name to. In retrospect, I could think of many things she could be doing, rather than trolling me on the web, that could make her life a little bit better in the end.

Like….

Making up with her middle-aged man whom she thinks I want to steal from her. Sorry. No. I have a good relationship with my husband, thank you very much. I’m not going to cheat on him with a man over a decade older than him, no matter how many flowers he gives me. I don’t believe in cheating, and I’m quite happy with whom I have.

So, while my husband and I were enjoying The Simpsons’ 20th Halloween Special tonight, she was leaving comments on my last post. I can see why she’d do that, initially, thinking that the comments were published immediately, but in reality, after seeing the first one wasn’t immediately published, what was the point in leaving 29 more comments? Really? I want to know! If she wanted to privately contact me, my email address is clearly listed on this page, along side my AIM screen name, which was online and ‘away’ while I was watching TV tonight.

To bring up something a little more sad, it’s this type of behaviour that is going to cause her to lose her man. I have nothing to do with his attitude towards her. I don’t associate with him anymore. I don’t talk to him anymore. I don’t talk to her anymore, or associate with her. I don’t like her, and I have good reason not to. She spent seven years lying to me about one of the worst possible things you can lie to someone about: Abuse, and when I found out that she was lying to me, she spent the next few months lying about me. What I don’t understand was her reasoning to lie to me. I’m not the law, I’m no one important, so lying to me is pointless. I’m not famous, so lying about me is pointless. She’s wasting her time. Time that could be spent on fixing her relationship with her man or her family.

I like to think the best about people. I like to think that they won’t screw others out of money or time or material things, and then lie about them to people they don’t even know, or get them enemies they did nothing to. I’d like to think that I’m worth more than whatever is in my bank account, or what ever I have on my hands. But sadly, there aren’t a lot of people who share that vision. There are people who will take and take and take, and when you can’t give them anymore, they turn on you. There are people who will lie about you because their own lies are all they have. It jades people. It shouldn’t be that way, but it is. I’ve learned it the hard way. I have put my story out here on the internet, not because it happened on the internet, but because I don’t want people to go down the same road I went down. I sacrificed seven years of my life helping someone I thought was truly a victim and in need because that is what a truly good person does. But I was taken for a ride. I don’t want this mistake made by others. Although experience is the best teacher, it’s also a better teacher when it teaches you one on one. My experience means nothing to the eyes passing over this page. It doesn’t mean anything to the people who casually read my blog or write me emails. But some day it may. When they have experienced it first hand themselves.

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