The funniest thing about blogging is the hater faction. The people who return daily to get their hate on.
Those are my personal favorite.
The douche bags, the assholes and the bitches. The people who’ve either hurt me in the past and have become deserving targets of a verbal bashing, or those who are frustrated that I truly don’t care about their opinion.
As they say, opinions are like assholes… everyone has one.
One is enough for me thanks.
My life has never been happier, and everything surrounding and within it; reflects it. I have an amazing job working for people I adore, I’m making twice what I was making at my old job, and I no longer have to utter the dreaded phrase…
J- Would you like chips or fries with that?
Thank fucking GAWD too, because it had gotten to the point I wanted to have my tongue cut out before I had to say it again.
I have a garden fence to end all fences, built out of the wood the Dirty Boat Stealing Asshole lost to me in court after he tried to sue me for the rest of the shit he left laying in my yard for a year after I kicked him out. It’s the ultimate act of reclaiming your spirit after a horrible relationship. Finally some small piece of the 7 years I lost in dating him, is giving back. It’s the Fort Knox of garden fences… and I can safely plant anything my heart desires without fear of it being mowed down the second I walk out. It’s spectacular and electrically charged if I want it to be.
I have the best kids in the world, and a daughter so funny she keeps us all laughing. She’s bloomed in her new school and finally… FINALLY… loves a few subjects and looks forward to a few classes. She’s learned to drive the riding mower like a pro and still leaves me little love notes when I least expect them. She’s a blessing every day, and no amount of a stranger being jealous or hateful can touch the joy she brings to my life.
Superman is simply… super. He mowed for 3-4 hours yesterday. He cleaned up years of random craziness left laying in the yard by the Dirty Boat Thief. He made me a burn MOUNTAIN… because when it’s taller than you, it’s more than a burn pile. I cleaned the house, did dishes and prepared meals for the week while looking out my sunny kitchen window at the first man to mow my lawn, ever. He’d stop momentarily to come in and ask me what else he could do to help. He’s actually looking forward to planting in the garden and he laughs when I tell him he’s crazy. He brought home pizza and rootbeer for my little red, and rubbed my feet while we all watched a movie together. I fought back giggles as I looked at the billion mosquito bites covering his shiny bald head. Poor guy… he got eaten alive while he saved me a solid day of work I don’t even have to give. He did it to help me, with nothing but a pure heart and limitless goodness. He’s the best person to ever come into my life and I appreciate him more than I can express. I turned on “He’s just not that into you” after little red went to bed, and pulled his feet into my lap.
J- You rub my feet every night, give me these, it’s my turn.
S- I’ve never had someone rub my feet before. I had no idea how good that felt.
This man is my male counterpart. He’s bent over backwards his whole life to be the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect husband… but he’s never gotten that in return and if it’s one thing I promise myself and him, it’s that I will strive to be that person in his life too. It’s an amazing opportunity to adore someone worth all of my love and dedication. I poured him a drink as he laughed at the honesty of the movie and fell asleep while I rubbed his feet. He smiled at me, all covered in mosquito bites, freshly showered and smelling amazing- this shiny bald man of my dreams…
S- I’ve waited my whole life for you.
That makes two of us, and I welcome the haters, the second guessers and the jealous people who would dare to question him, it or us.
Hate on… it only makes me laugh harder. I sat down this morning to see a fresh new batch of disliked comments on the blogs I’ve written about him, and took the passive aggressive ability for a chicken shit to complain about any of it. If you’re so obsessed you need to blog-stalk me, sack up and put your money where your mouth is or shut it. No more like or dislike button. If you have the balls to complain, have the balls to comment or fuck right off and write your own rant.
Oh… nobody cares? Nobody reads it? Nobody listens because it’s better to read about someone finding the happiness they deserve in spite of the people who’ve done their best to ruin it?