Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Holidays to all of my blog buddies. Hope you get all that your heart desires.

Biddie

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Censored

RelentlessUncaringDerangedIndividual.
That is who is trying to censor me.

I did say trying, right?
I will not be censored, by you, or anyone else. I will say this again, and I will try to use itsy bitsy teeny tiny words so that you understand. Canada, is a FREE country. We all have something called freedom of expression. That means, in a nutshell, that we can can express our views without the threat of persecution.

My opinion is that an individual that would take the time to print out a copy of all of my previous blog posts, a person that has that much time invested into a relationship that no long exisits
just may have more mental health issues than Sybil.

Again, this is strictly MY opinion.

It does strike me as odd that a person that insists that he is SO over me calls the police, Children's Aid, the girls school, my MIL, and anyone else that he can simpy to stay involved in my life. He says that he hates me, yet he reads my blog like the bible and just can't seem to leave me alone.
He is either hung up on me, or completely deranged.

When a person calls the authorities because a comment was left on his blog (non threatening, btw) and he is embarrassed, it is laughable. Sad, too, if you think about it.

If I were married to a man (or woman) that spent this much time persuing his/his ex, I would be GONE. Sloppy seconds are NOT my style.

I would also like to remind people that when you are estranged from your child(ren) making their loved ones unhappy and causing problems for the other parent rarely ever helps to bridge the gap.

Anyway, my life is pretty good. Not much money, scary doctors appointment coming up, and the job prospects aren't so great, either.

I do however, have a cute lil house, awesome friends, and all of my children are cared for and accounted for. Oh, and a Hubby that may not be perfect, but he is hung on ME, not some ghost from his past.

I really couldn't hope for more.