‘You made your blog private?”
Yes my sweet friends it’s now privately public…I know what you are thinking “Sister be off her meds again”. Maybe so and maybe not, I’ll explain and then you be the judge (yes for today only we are allowing judging on my blog…and I want your opinion).
I have gotten some hate mail. Big shocker there, huh? Whore’s (I guess if I was being politically correct I’d call them mistresses, I’m not politically correct ) and fellow home wreckers? They don’t like my blog…I’m being mean to the whore, I’m being mean to my husband, I’m letting my husband off easy, I’m being unfair to my kids, I’m not telling the truth, I’m sharing too much, I should be sued, I should be hung up by my lady balls and whipped. I wish they’d all get together and decide what exactly I’ve done wrong? Calling out the whore who slept with my husband, who harassed my family, who tried to manipulate me…what should I have done? Gave her a hug? A full on woman to woman kiss? Maybe a thank you card? Call me crazy but I think she’s getting off easy.
I’d really like to drive up north and shit on her car…Yes, SHIT on ‘the whore’s’ car…can you imagine when she comes outside and there sits a pile of human shit? ‘The whore’ scratches her head, puts her head down close, takes a big whiff of my shit and screams “That’s human shit!!” I’d being hiding in the bushes with a friend or two, giggling as they tugged on my arm.
“Let’s go!!” They’d scream. “She’s calling the cops!!”
The whore slipped on the ice trying to turn, while pulling her phone from her pocket, she grabs her car and her hand lands in my shit….”Ahhhh SHIT!!!” She cries…
My friends have picked me up and are carrying me to the car. “Are you crazy,” my funny friend asks.
Yes I am…is the answer and I like it and I’m not going to change…EVER.
But I stopped and thought, then thought some more…and being me I gave it more thought…then I decided this. They don’t get to judge me, you can disagree…you can state your opinion… but when the judging starts you get kicked off my island.
I love survivor (I want to play…I think I’d win. Anyone who will bite her own son is competitive enough to win, or maybe I should say ‘crazy’) I decided to make my own island and vote people off, I’m going to put out the torches on people who don’t belong on my island. My casting process? You have to have ‘Lady Balls’ to join…fine men can come too, but they’d better have huge balls.
What does having a private blog give me? “Freedom” as pre-crazy Mel Gibson would scream. Paint my face blue and put me in a kilt and it’s me…Kelly standing on the battlefield yelling “You might take my happiness, sleep with my husband, and try to destroy me..but you will never take my FREEDOM!!!!And as an old lady, lying on my death-bed? My last words will be YOU ARE A WHORE!!!” They will not silence me, will not halt my healing, or bully me…
It might get a little darker, and kind of sad now…not having to worry about my kids reading this is allowing me more stories to tell. If it gets a little bumpy? Just grab my hand, I promise there is gonna be a few laughs on the way too, and pray with me friends “A Happy Ever After” …amen
So now no more Facebook links, no more public links…if your friends want to read my blog? They now need a referral…or to be a friend in my blogging world.
Tomorrow is a new chapter, I wonder what I’ll write?