To the person who refuses to get it
To the person who cannot see me through the mask of his own making
To the person who calls ME the monster
To the person who thinks this blog was written to hurt HIS family
You know who you are –
You Repel Me (to quote Sherlock)
You disappoint me.
You are not my judge – you are not my jury – you are not fit to judge me and you have no freaking idea what you are talking about. Don’t act all wounded and expect me to buy it. Don’t pretend righteous outrage and expect me to pity you or to cower before you. Don’t be surprised when I fight back. I’m not the person you knew. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that you know me or that you have ANY right to my life…. any right to know me, to speak to me or to comment on my life in any medium. You lost any right – any claim you may have had on my life – years ago. You think Dad is so wonderful? Where were you when he was talking about testifying on Eddie’s behalf as a character witness? You think Mom is a victim? How many times have you heard her stand up for herself but allow him to bull-doze over us? You think you know me? Think again. I am no going to go along with you and pretend our family was this happy family. I am not going to pretend that Dad saying “I’m sorry if I did anything to hurt you.” is an actual apology. I am not going to pretend that Mom playing the role of the weak wounded woman is going to move me in the face of the life I’ve lived through. You do not know me. You have no idea what I am capable of. You are not welcome here. You do not want to know my heart, my thoughts? Then don’t ever come back – don’t read another word. Just walk away – it’s what you are good at.
captivatingbitter 
captivatingbitter : Bravo! Never be the victim. A wound left untreated bleeds either until it stops, or becomes infected and causing greater suffrage. Properly attended the wound heals and though it may leave a scar, the skin is tougher. Stand and be Seen.
Delbert 🙂
Although so common, it amazes me how angry people become when you stand up to them and refuse to let them injure you anymore. They somehow feel like it’s their right to inflict pain and disapproval, and once you resolve within yourself to allow it no more they become furious at your “arrogance” and “cowardice”. They scream “How dare you?!”. But how dare they! They have no right and no power anymore. They are impotent and loathsome just as the one you wrote this blog about and the one you wrote your latest blog about. They are small little vermin who love their own filth and get outraged when we don’t love their filth as well.
Yeah… I’m always surprised when people get mad at me for standing up for myself or standing up for my husband…I take that surprise as a good sign, though…to me it means I have not allowed myself to become embittered and jaded.