Your Facebook post: "I stopped caring what you think about me, and I am more happy, yes it did make a big difference in my life with this baby, and I do know it's going to be hard, but I don't need you to tell me what to think or do. It's my life let me live it so you can get back to living your own."
Ha wow, you're really mature. When I first read that I thought maybe it was about your mom. But later you messaged me: "I hope you know that post was about you. I don't care what you think anymore."
There was so many things I could have said right then to make sure you went away from that conversation feeling like crap. But unlike you, I held my tongue. I decided not to post all of my stupid tantrums on Facebook. You make me so mad. Every time I look at what you've said, or taken pictures of, anger just pounds through me. I want to slap you, that sounds horrible but I do. I want to just scream at you.
It surprised me how many people liked that post, how many people that I thought had a little bit more sense were agreeing with your decisions. Sure, you have your agency, and we're all glad you are happy, but that doesn't mean people should be backing up those bad choices.
I don't know why I'm so angry about this. Maybe it's because it's almost pathetic to me. You see, I moved on from you when I found out you were pregnant. I haven't cared since, it makes me laugh that you're just now realizing that. I've already gone back to my life, I did a LONG time ago, now go find a job instead of complaining about me 'anonymously'.
...As I write about this, I'm getting even more upset.
I makes me feel dumb that I even pitied you at one point, that I wanted to lighten your load. And this is what you do. Wow.
You're ridiculous. You're making me look ridiculous.
I can't believe how mad I am right now. I should stop before actually rant about this to your face.
Maybe I haven't moved on. Maybe that's why I'm angry.
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