I can’t think of a better word, I’m sorry.
There are posts, with titles, however, after a day or two, I decide to delete them, why?
Well, because I go back to read the post, I make only to read the responses. The responses I received, most loving and kind, sincere and filled with concern; I so very much appreciate your responses to me. We are family indeed, yes?
Family…honest and heartfelt. True and sincere. Like a sister who would tell you to pull your head from your @zz. And I consider that true love.
So, when I receive assertive remarks to my post, I will re-read, see that I sound as if I am a whiney, leftover scorned lover. Or, like a crazed, out of control, again, scorned lover. So I decided to delete my post.
You all mean well, every single person. Those who have the “balls” to say your name and “speak” the truth, I’m willing to hear. Even those who send me those “anonymous” emails and have your followers — lack of a better word. As I said and deleted earlier, to bully me and anyone else in my shoes, most know what I mean.
Of course, it hurts. I may be 53, it still hurts, your words. I understand I’ve been there as well. “You” (bullies) are looking for anyone and anything to blame, other than the CHEATER- the husband .
I know, I blame my H too, and I also blame the desperate, thirsty, skank of the other woman as well. I will FOREVER blame the OW, thirsty whores.
I have NEVER been as desperate as the skanks who chased my husband down. I’ve NEVER dated a man that I knew was committed, be it married, engaged or dating. NEVER.
I’ve NEVER- I mean EVER— as in NEVER——- pretended to be the friend of a woman so that I could bed her man. NEVER.
Men- you are NOT animals, you can say NO- the ability to turn and run.