I really appreciate all of your concern and sweet comments. I’m slowly feeling better if not still light-headed and sleepy. As my blog brother Kevin said in his recent comment, this is certainly confirmation that I am indeed a “head case.” Heh. That made me laugh.
Holy crap! I’m really, really sorry this happened to you. I can’t believe this happened to you. Yikes!
But on a funnier note, we now all have confirmation that you’re a “head case.” Heh. 😉
And then someone else, AKA “Santa,” commented hours later, confirming I am a “head case” but I don’t think they meant it in the same way. What do you think?
New comment on your post #1701 “Down She Goes”
Author : Santa (IP: 188.8.131.52 , 207-105-108-4.ded.pacbell.net)
E-mail : firstname.lastname@example.org
Whois : http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=184.108.40.206
It seems as if many bad things have been happening to you lately, doesn’t it? Its called karma. Remember, you reap what you sow. I think you know what I mean, don’t you? I’m not buying your constant victim act. Maybe the other people who read this bog do, but not me. If I were the “fella” I’d run for the hills. He has no idea what he is getting himself into, but he’ll learn soon enough. You’re crazy. That’s why no one has wanted to marry you and that’s why no one ever will.
I am about 99% sure I know who wrote this. It smacks of him and his cruelty. It’d be just like him to post something mean on a post where I had cracked my fucking head open and had to go to the Emergency Room. Because apparently, I am a bad person playing the victim in his mind and I don’t deserve any kindness. If this is the person I think it is, I could say very mean and spiteful things back to him but I won’t. I’ve cut off contact with him for very good reasons. This comment is just one piece in a long list of evidence as to why I had to.
I deleted it out of my comments because it did what he wanted it to. . . it hurt me. And then I decided to post it here for all of you to read because I don’t keep secrets. Because I’m not perfect. Because sitting back and letting this person’s words play over and over in my head isn’t going to do me a damn bit of good.
And because if I didn’t, I’d start believing this asshole is actually right. And he isn’t.