To whom it may concern:
I know that you could be one of two people out to hurt me. And that’s ok. I’ll forgive you, because that’s what people do.
So, to person number one, I’ll start with my most recent person to walk destructively out of my life: Ashley.
You said that I’m a crazy bitch and that I should go kill myself. You think that I called CPS on you, which I would have, had there been enough evidence to support the fact that you neglect that beautiful little girl of yours. You neglect her by letting her sit in shit and piss for at least an hour, if not longer, but you guarantee that she’s dry (even when you can smell her dirty diaper from across the room). You also neglect her by not giving her a bath. There was a whole week that she didn’t get a bath while I was living with you. There are bed bugs and roaches all in your nasty house. They are eating on your baby girl and you’re letting it happen. It’s gross. And your house stinks. It smells kinda like something died in there and you just let it rot. If I had called CPS on you, I definitely wouldn’t have said that you weren’t feeding her, you have food stamps and I know that. You told me that you had gotten more than you ever had. I would have told CPS that you’re not taking care of her, or that you’re five months behind on rent, that’s all. But I didn’t make the call. Because I knew that they wouldn’t find anything, because there’s not enough damage being done. You lie. You lie to everyone. You think that you know more, and that you’re better than anyone else on the planet. You are selfish and conceited. I hope that your marriage works out, and that the baby grows up to be a beautiful woman who doesn’t follow after you. She is going to be an amazing person, as long as she doesn’t follow after your footsteps. There’s a reason people leave you, reasons why all the close friends run away. You’re not a very good friend or a person. And I feel sorry for you.
As for me, I know that I’m crazy, but at least I’m getting help for my crazy. I’m doing better. And since I’m no longer living with you in your filth, I’m calmer and my mind is clearer. As for you calling me a fucking crazy bitch, you’re only doing that because I let Rent – a – center in to take your bedroom set (which, by the way, was infested with bedbugs. They called me to let me know so that I could check my things for bugs too.) You’re mad about rent-a-center and TitleMax taking your things, well maybe you should have paid your bills, or at least went up there to talk to them. You know, most people will work with you when you go to talk to them.
So, to reiterate, I hope you have a happy life with Nathan and the baby. I wish you nothing but the best. And if you don’t like what I write, quit following my blog. You can post mean comments all day long, all you’re doing is making an ass of yourself. Kudos to you for trying to hurt me. But there is no truth in your comment.
To person number two: Justin.
If you’re following my blog, good for you. You walked out of my life, not the other way around. So, if you’re reading, enjoy. Enjoy life, because I”m moving on. And so are you.