I debated with myself on whether or not I wanted to post this and the banter between me, myself, and I was quite entertaining. In the end, though, I concluded that this is MY fucking blog and I’ll post what I want on it.
So, having said that, let me set up the story then I’ll get to my rant.
Yesterday, I published a rather provocative poetic duet that I had co-authored with the talented Miss Hasty. Not long after I published this post a comment appeared on the post from one Superbitch, whom some of you may remember as my wife. She’s my estranged wife now, and we’ve been separated pretty much since Valentine’s Day. By the way, if there’s a more inopportune time to tell someone you don’t want to be married to them other than Valentine’s Day, I’m not sure when that is.
The comment, and I’m paraphrasing here, said something along the lines of, “I will be unfollowing this blog. Reading this made me sick to my stomach.” I had many reactions to this comment. Why are you still following my blog? Why does it make you sick to your stomach? How did this post illicit a response when a post I wrote that pretty much said I hate you didn’t? Why can’t you just leave me alone?
In the end, I decided responding to it was not worth my time and deleted it.
I deleted the comment for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to get drawn into some frivolous argument with her in a public forum. I also didn’t want her comment detracting from the post in any way. It was supposed to be a beautiful, romantic poem that didn’t need her butthurt ruining it. Most of all, though, I don’t have the will or inclination to fight with her. I don’t need any negativity in my life any more. I’m trying to stay as positive as I can and arguing with her is NOT positive in any way, shape, or form.
For reasons only she knows, she decided to come back to that post later and noticed that I’d deleted her comment. She then decided that she needed to email me about it. The email, and I’ll paraphrase again because it was mostly bullshit, essentially stated that I shouldn’t post things that I know will hurt her feelings. I think that was the gist of it, anyhow. I’m not really quite sure what the point of it was other than to let me know that she was hurt by the mere thought of that poem being true.
Well, first things first. That poem was a piece of fiction. Miss Hasty is quite happily married and we’ve never met face to face. I’ve written many poems with her and will continue to do so because I enjoy doing it.
Secondly, having the audacity to get bent out of shape because of the perceived notion that I have slept with another woman is the very height of hypocrisy. YOU ended this. YOU decided our marriage wasn’t worth your time or effort any more. YOU went on a date the very NIGHT I was moving my things out of the house and had the balls to post the fucking date in your Google calendar, which you had shared with me. So don’t talk to me about your hurt feelings when you’ve never given a damn about mine.
Furthermore, I cannot fathom how you can tell me you no longer love me and then get sick to your stomach by the thought of me being with someone else. You’re either lying about your lack of feelings or lying about being sick to your stomach just to lay a huge guilt trip on me. Either way, it’s not going to work on me. Me first. It’s not something I’ve done in a long time and I have no reason to take your feelings into consideration any more. You made your bed now you must lie in it. I don’t care if it hurts or not.
Your email suggested that I should be mindful of what I post on my blog. Well, let me properly respond to you…
This is MY blog. I will post what I want to here. I am not slandering you nor forcing you to read it. I’m not using your name and nobody here on this blog knows who you are. You therefore have no reason to be concerned about it. And if I do decide to go and bang some woman and post about it here, it’s no longer your concern. You don’t get to control me any longer. You no longer have any say in anything I do unless it’s regarding Baby C. Baby C is the only thing we have left to discuss and I will politely and civilly discuss those things with you. But you do not get to tell me how to live my life or what I can or cannot write on MY blog. This is MY place. This is where I vent. This is where I go to release my demons.
So unfollow. Please. I do not want you reading my stuph. You decided you didn’t want to be a part of my life anymore. Well, this blog is a huge part of my life, so just walk away from it. It seems to be what you’re best at, anyway.