"Dear Facebook, my books were supposed to save this world and something really harmful wants them not published. Who's coming over to write with me this week?"
After someone asked how her son was: "He's talking to some person he refers to as Daddy right after lighting candles in my room a few weeks back. I need all hands on deck."
"Is it a test of enlightenment or is the Universe using me as a pawn or is it an illusion and I'm an idiot?"
"Going through stages of enlightenment is exciting, crazy, fun, frustrating, kind, cruel, and more. Be patient with me. I need to be patient with me, too. "
My least favorite part of Facebook and social media in general is finding out far too much about some members of my family. I've lost a lot of respect for a lot of people once I found out how they act online or they shared more of their personalities than I care to know about.
So this is very catty of me. Well, this whole thread is very catty, and I know I shouldn't talk about people like that, but she's so darn entertaining. It's like watching an episode of Cops.
To fill you in on a little backstory:
My Ex-Step Cousin was my stepfather's sister's- which would be my step-aunt's- husband's child. My step aunt divorced my Ex-Step Cousin's dad when she figured out he wasn't just a little weird, he was plain nuts. (I'll save that specific story for another day.) But my Ex-Step Cousin was still invited to the family gatherings, because my aunt felt sorry for her.
In high school, she dated one guy. After high school, she cheated on him with his brother, and started dating the brother. Then, she cheated on the brother with a guy she met over the internet. When she got pregnant with his kid, he moved to Indiana. Then they had another kid, and got married. Months after they got married, she decided she was a lesbian, divorced her husband, and her new girlfriend and her two kids moved in with her, her soon-to-be-ex husband, and their two kids. The only person working in this household was her soon-to-be-ex husband.
We always liked her ex. He was a good dad, and we had no clue why he would be with, nevertheless stay with her. But, my aunt still stayed friends with her, until one time she went over to celebrate her birthday with her, and found her asleep, refusing to get up, and leaving her kids (still toddlers) to fend for themselves. After that, my aunt said she just couldn't deal with it any more. I don't know why she didn't call child protective services, probably because she was thinking of the soon-to-be-ex husband.
Since then, my Ex-Step Cousin has had a few relationships, mostly with men, and got pregnant again. Now she's engaged.
This is today's status update: Everything happens for a reason. Love knows no bounds. Thank you [the ex girlfriend] and [ex husband]! It's been 5 years since your love confused me! It changed my life entirely! :)
This is her fiancee's reply: Dear my exe's. I dumped my fiance today, and then refused to talk to her. So I thought I'd write you all public love notes on Facebook.
And this is her ex-husband's reply: dear -----. your timeline is incorrect based on your example. 5 years ago it was not my love that confused you, but my frustration with being repeatedly head-bashed into thinking that i was not good enough, and that i needed to make more money and work my ass off, then get bitched at that i didn't do enough around the house. and come home at 3am to find raw egg smashed into the carpets and kids that were hungry because you laid in a medication coma and a depression. that was not love for you. that was love for my children and HOPE that you would someday awaken. check the timeline. by this time that year, i gave up on feeling human. i'm not pointing fingers, laying blame, or any of that stuff, but your facts are incorrect. so really, it was my fall into loathing you, my desire to self destruct but the restraint that i couldnt because our kids needed to count on A PARENT, and my overall apathy towards whatever you do that changed your life. if it really was 5 years ago.
And this is all played out in the FaceBook public?
I don't know if you can view her wall without being her friend, but it's at least public to her 600+ "friends" (perhaps I should say spectators, I know I'm not the only one just watching [one guy actually goads her on]).
It really is shameful what people will put on FB. I've got some familial drama of my own spilling about on there. Niece and nephew fighting publicly... the nephew posting his drunken angry ramblings, my sister jumping into the mix. Its shameful really. I stay out of it, but I can relate to being a spectator. I can only imagine how many people know about all this mess.
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That which does not kill me postpones the inevitable.
I will admit to one drunk tweet (which cross posts to Facebook) that probably wasn't a good idea to post. I can't remember the exact wording, but basically I said that I found a friend hot. I posted it from a party with lots of people, and I didn't say who that person was, so it wasn't too incriminating, but it still probably wasn't a good idea. (BTW, my husband also knows that I think this friend is hot. It's a friend of his, and he figured that I would be attracted to this person before I ever met him.)
I hope that I'm around 30 years from now to see these (now) kids running for offices and all their profile pics and posts start coming out of the woodwork.
I hope that I'm around 30 years from now to see these (now) kids running for offices and all their profile pics and posts start coming out of the woodwork.
Gah! Think of all the duck faces! Oh, the atrocity!
Oh, the irony. Here's her most current status update: I know true love. I will not let it go. I'm takin time to be a mommy so... Live here and now. If it was meant to be, the clues of life will show us in time.
"I love you, [her own name]! I don't tell you enough! You lost 190lbs, walked through hell, and still came out brilliant, loving, and understanding. Dad died for you!"
Her dad did die, a year or two ago, and I do feel sorry for her for that. He fell off of a ladder while changing a light bulb. It's a sudden, tragic, and heartbreaking way to go. But to be martyred for it? That's going a bit far.