Something wicked this way comes.

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I have found myself in a predicament. I will be closing down my blog withing the next week. A hurtful, spiteful and malice driven evil hearted person has again found their way into my life. I asked for this one. I opened the door again to someone I felt "connected" to.
I began blogging for some relief from my grief, in introspective on a broken heart. Along the way I investigated my feelings on love, marriage, forgiveness, joy, discouragement, parenthood, friendship and alot of other things. I enjoyed friends comments and truly took to heart observers comments. I havent found anyone to be abrasive, mean or discouraging at all.
Until now.
Someone has made statements which are obviously figments of contorted imaginations. This person was able to hold themselves together for almost 6 months before falling apart... again....
I have had the experience of manipulation in the past, but this one, this is almost funny. I dont trust anything this person has to say, I have often found her entry's entertaining, for I KNOW THE TRUE YOU>
lets play a game...
word association..
go...
The team player, (grieving husband)
devoted mother, (Texas)
daughter, (laughable)
friend (obviously impossible)
I could go on.
Why is it that some people only get reward in their life from others hurt feelings.
I trust my husband, I love him and he loves me. I will put my life on the line for him and would not believe anything this person had to say in reference to him no matter what.
Now I can imagine all the lies and imaginations she has conjured. It seems to sustain her.
Here is the challenge, prove it.
I have shown the entry to my husband and he agrees, prove your manipulations and deceits.
We may not be perfect but we are certainly in a committed loving relationship. You don't even know us. Shame on me for sharing my life with you, even the smallest part of it. To think I showed pics of my children to you. You don't deserve any of the kindness I have shown you.
I will never ever believe another word you ever say. I doubt all of your intentions and want nothing to ever do with you.
The bad things that seem to come your way, yeah, I take it back,
you do deserve them.

I say it again; prove it, date, place and time.

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Anonymous said…
I am sorry to see you go.

Longtime lurker
Matt
10:07 AM
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