Copied from an old blog: Written June 7, 2007
I'm so disgusted. It's really aggravating when you trust someone and treat them like a mom and then find out they're really using anything you say to interfere in your life.
Like Ethel. I have always thought I had wonderful in-laws, but it appears that she's turning into the typical "out-law."
Apparently Zeke was shielding me from her to protect us and I was not aware of any of that, so I've been making things worse by giving her ammo to fire off at Zeke. THAT is frustrating. So Zeke filled my ears tonight about all kinds of things. He tried to tell me before, but he never gave me much information (which I probably shouldn't have needed in order to believe him, but would have been helpful nevertheless) and I never saw that side of her so I kept right on trusting her and confiding in her.
It just feels like I've been used to get information. Not only that, apparently she's been complaining to Zeke about my real life blog. How I talk too much and it could be used against me. Bummer. That's MY problem. It's a free country and nobody is forcing you to read it. If you don't like it, just go away. Maybe I'm wrong. I'm wrong a lot. Like tonight. But so what. It's my life.
And don't even get me started on Ethel and George and religion.....Openminded? She's not. She's always acted like it when talking to me, and she had me fooled, but I guess she was just trying to get me to open up and give her information.
I love her and all, but I'm not repeating that mistake. Matter of fact, Ethel is one of the big reasons for the opening of this anonymous blog. Thanks, Ethel. I owe ya one.
Speaking of religious activities.....the choir got laid out tonight about attendance. Figures it would be the night i picked to lay out to take the family circus to the park to wear them out (which didn't work, by the way). It wasn't the best night to miss, I guess. LOL.
Also while we're on the topic of religious people, I wish people would GROW UP! Wahhh wahhh wahhhhh. What are ya, babies? All these grown people acting like two year olds. Everybody is all busy getting their feelings hurt or sitting in time out to build anything with their alphabet blocks and play doh! Oh wait, I'm sorry. Was that sarcastic? Pardon me.
I'm sorry. I'm just aggravated.
Seriously!
But. I. Feel. (somewhat) Better. Now.
Sometimes? Well. Sometimes it stinks to be me.
The rest of the time it's just lovely.
