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David and/or Shawna tried to ruin my Christmas Eve. However, it didn’t work. All he/she accomplished was getting Granny pissed off. I think it’s pathetic that he/she/they would wait until Christmas Eve to try to stir up drama, but that’s Shawna’s style. She tries to emotionally hurt people as badly as she can. Her tactics don’t work on me anymore. I’d have to give a shit about what they thought for that to happen and quite honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck less.
The only reason I am writing this is because Granny asked me to do so. She said, “I want you and Jess to tell that spiteful bitch that I SAID THIS SHIT BETTER FUCKING STOP! This is bullshit! Our family didn’t have any fights or trouble like this until that BITCH-WITCH came along. She needs to grow up and stop bothering you. So does David Leslie if he’s involved in this crap too. IT’S BULLSHIT!” Anyone who knows my Granny knows she can’t stand the ‘F’ word. She only uses it when she really means it. I’m posting Granny’s warning because I know Shawna still obsessively stalks me via my blog and social networking sites despite the protective order, so this is the best means to get it to her without actually having to interact with the evil cunt and violate my own protective order.
Granny, Mom, Jess, and Taylor all read the messages. Mom is convinced it was all Shawna, pretending to be David and doesn’t even think David knows about it. Granny and Taylor think Shawna did it all, but that David knew about it. Jess and I think David and Shawna both were doing it. I want to think what my mom thinks, but I don’t. None of us think it was David acting alone. Shawna was definitely involved in the harassment, which is a direct violation of the protective order.
For those of you who aren’t Shawna, David, or know either of them you’re probably a bit curious about what this is all about. If you’ve been reading my blog for a couple of years or if you’ve read old posts then you have an idea of what’s going on. For those that don’t, I’ll explain.
I’m sitting here listening to Nina Simone and thinking about yesterday’s anniversary; my first miscarriage was 9 years ago. Since then I am always sad and/or depressed on Jan 20th, except this year, which has me a little upset in itself.
I was thinking about it earlier in the week, but I didn’t remember it again until I got off work today. I was standing outside talking to a coworker about something completely unrelated and the realization blindsided me mid-sentence. It was similar to flashbacks I’ve had in the past, except there was no trigger I can identify.
Sorry about the downtime. I had a disagreement with JustHost so I switched hosts…. again. JustHost claims they have unlimited everything, but when you use more than 10% they suspend your account without any notice.
I’m still dealing with those assclowns so I can get the site back the way it was, but for now I at least was able to import all of my posts.
I’m really looking forward to blogging again. I’ve had a nagging desire to start again for at least a month or two, but I ignored the urge because I was so far behind and knew catching up was going to be a bitch and a half. However, I watched “Julie and Julia” yesterday and it left me with an overwhelming urge to return to blogging. Inspiration comes from the damnest places sometimes.
Some may wonder what has kept me away for so long… The short answer is I needed to deal with everything that was happening or happened and I needed time to mourn and heal in private. The wounds were too fresh and deep for me to put out there for public consumption. However, I wrote a little here and there, which I will probably post and backdate once I get caught up with all the pain-in-the-ass back-end work that needs to be done on the site. I have to get the other sites back online as well.
I’ve been sick as hell the past month… sick enough to miss the past two weeks of work – I still don’t have doctor approval to go back yet, which I hope will change within a few days. I’ve been going stir crazy; even when you’re sick you can only sleep so much. The free time has lost its novelty for me.
I have felt like doing little more than lying in bed with the TV remote or the laptop. I can usually pass several hours with my computer, however, the almost constant body-wrenching coughs, pain, and other symptoms frequently interrupts the time and distracts me from doing anything remotely productive, and television bores me, except for a few select shows.
I’ve been reading a lot the past few days and it has been stirring the writer within me. My love for writing emerged when I was in second grade, and I began writing short stories. I still remember the title of my first one, “The Monster in the Commode.” It makes me shudder to think of it now, but I was very proud of it back then. Writing came naturally and it distracted me from the horrible things that were happening at home.