This is taken from a blog entry. (Well, "to put it simple, I'm hurt".) Yea, me, too. Then, there are all the nouns, adjectives, and adverbs, describing the word, "hurt". How about we describe the word carnage, and what was left of my husband and I after our lives were ruined? Many of you know what carnage is. I haven't done anything yet, but this SD diva drama queen , is going on and on, how hurt she is. And I'm thinking, "talk to the hand", cause no one here cares. Your Dad isn't MIA. Get a life. He doesn't care. Your behavior has alienated people who loved you. Maybe someday these thoughts will pop in to my SD head. Yeah, like maybe when she's ninety. But for now, just know, that your Dad and I have read your blogs, and known what you've been doing all these years. And it's been almost four years since you pulled what you that was a fantastic manipulative trick--your runaway--because your Dad told you no. So, I hope it all turned out as great as your thought it would. B/C I am here, in the GA sunshine "flaunting" my husband, of seven years now, and we are very happy together. How many times did I set aside extra days/times for Dad to do something special--like bowling or roller skating? How many parties and overnighters did we do so you could have friends over? How many dozens of cupcakes, rice krispie bars, and cookies have I baked? How many blocks have I walked on my bad ankle to help sell GS cookies? How quickly all those things are forgotten. I took you home with me to my family several times for the holidays. But I guess everything that was done, has been forgotten and swept under the rug. I can only say, you aren't the only one with hurt feelings.
Regards,
Sweetie