Do you want to be the pot or the kettle today? Either way I'm feeling stabby

Just because I feel the need to write, and I’m in a stabby mood, I’m going to stir up some shit.  Yanno, because nothing makes better blog fodder than some good old fashion drama.  That and I am really stabby today.  Did I mention that?  Yeah, well, it bares repeating.

My Missing Piece post stirred up some shit and well I want to reply to that shit.   Now, I’m taking a wild stab at this (helpful to feel stabby.) but I’m thinking this post on the ex husband’s facebook wall, was pretty much meant for me.  Although I never said he was boring, in so many words.  I have a whole lot of other words for him, boring doesn’t even come close.

This message is for you. Yes YOU. You know who you are. GET OVER YOURSELF! You’re nowhere near as important to me as you think you are. OH! And if being boring means my children never have to see me handcuffed and taken away in a police car or spend time behind bars or even to check that little box under “do you have… a criminal record”…I’m happy being the most boring man on earth.

Get over myself.  Oh, please, do you want to be the kettle or the pot today?  I don’t think I’m important, I know I am because you continue to feel the need to keep track of me.  This whole response is proof of that.  You read my blog and felt compelled to respond.  If I didn’t matter, you A) wouldn’t be anywhere near my blog and B) wouldn’t waste your time trying cut me down.  I’m responding because I feel stabby today (that means I”m in a pissy mood, not that I’m actually going to stab anyone.  Thought I’d clear that up for you.) Oh and to prove my point.  I do matter to you, I am as important to you as you want to deny I am.  If I wasn’t you wouldn’t have a clue what I’m writing on my blog.  HA!

Your children?  You have one child.  And he’s my child too no matter how long and how hard you try to convince him otherwise, you can’t change that. OH and you’re future ex-wife needs to know she’s not his mom and the fact that he may or may not call her mom on purpose or accident doesn’t change biology or the fact that I am his mother and he loves me. So give up on that little pipe dream.  You can’t change it just like I can’t change his father.

My children have not seen me handcuffed and taken away.  You know so little about actual facts.  If it doesn’t fit your version of the truth you ignore it and run with what you *wish* was true because it makes you feel superior to me.  You’re not.  Again, do you want to be the pot or the kettle?

I don’t know of anyone who asks “Do you have a criminal record.”  Oh and let’s see, everyone who has ever paid a speeding ticket has been convicted, everyone who has agreed to a restraining order has been convicted, and therefore they have a criminal record.  I’ve never been convicted of a felony, just traffic violations.  So, in your pathetic attempt to make me sound like a criminal, well, it’s truly not as heinous as you want it to be.

So, get your facts right.  Might want to introduce yourself to the truth and might want to stick with it,even if it makes me less horrible than you wish like fuck I was, just to serve your purpose and prove your point.  You’re point which doesn’t happen to be based on fact.

*Whew*  I feel much better now.  Let’s see who fires the next shot.