Look bitch, the truth is after the stunt you pulled on that poor girl in April, the way you humiliated her, I think I did start subconsciously distancing myself. But people said I shouldn’t judge a situation that had nothing to do with me, so I dealt with it. I also tried to be good and turn the other cheek when I heard rumors that you called me a bad mother, accused me of ignoring my kids, and said that my “intelligence made me arrogant”. I tried to write that off as frustration, after all, you did recently lose custody of your own child. Your lashing out at my parenting skills was simply a way of making yourself feel better, and I know I’m not a bad mother, so why get upset?
Then you started posting nasty stuff on Facebook and freaking out on me for essentially no reason. You accused me of thinking I was better than you because I’ve just started school, which was an accusation not based in fact. So a minor little squabble over a mass message you didn’t like turned into a knock down drag out. These things happen, although I feel bad for it. You called me every name in the book, made fun of me for being all of 50 pounds overweight, pulled the bad mother card again, and just generally said cruel nasty things. No big deal, I gave as good as I got at times. I figured our friendship was over, we have totally different values. I blocked you, told you I hoped you would be happier in the future, and called it a day. Another friend of ours is pursuing legal action against you for threatening her husband, but again, has nothing to do with me, I’m moving on. When my password was mysteriously changed the day after our argument, I contacted Facebook, got back into my account, and became even more determined to rise above.
Then I’m told today that I should have advance notice that you evidently are planning to contact CPS, because you feel my children aren’t safe with me. You being up all kinds of tiny things that are largely irrelevant. You aren’t the brightest bulb in the box, and you have no idea how the world works. You think CPS will care that I read when my kids are playing, but they won’t. I feed them, clothe them, hug them, and then they play. I’m not sure why that qualifies as “emotional neglect” in your book, but whatever. I have nothing to worry about, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t still going to be a pain in the ass for me.
So let me just tell you this, CPS isn’t a weapon. It’s a much needed and overworked institution that keeps children safe. Children who are in real danger, not loved and happy children like mine. If a child dies or is seriously hurt because the social worker who has to see me is consequently not able to get to a real case until it’s too late, you don’t care. Your vindictiveness and bitterness reign supreme, and when you get this way, there is no logic that will penetrate your thick skull. All you know is that if you had to lose your child, then someone else has to lose theirs. There’s no reason in that, but you continue that line of thinking anyway. CPS doesn’t exist to be your vehicle to transfer pain from you to me. It exists to protect children like yours, and it did it’s job well in your case. I have faith that I will come through this, if you decide to go through with this waste of time.
The truth is, though, is that this is all my fault. This isn’t the first friendship I’ve had go down in flames like this. I always pick the same personality type to get close to, then continually turn the other cheek with them, and all results is me sitting on the sidelines with a sore face. Never again. If anything good came out of our little accident of fate, it was this, I will never let anyone treat me this way ever again. I will assert myself from now on. This is a continual issue with me, refusing to truly stand up for myself, but it will be no more. I’m not “helping” you or trying to “reach” you by treating you kindly when you hurt me, that is my arrogance talking. So no more. If you are not a decent person, I will no longer passively accept you into my life. It’s time to take control. It’s time to see the warning signs instead of rationalizing them. I’m not a teenager anymore, and I will no longer conduct my relationships as though I am one.
But this being my fault doesn’t mean you aren’t still a raging bitch for doing this, if indeed you do. Hell, you are a useless bitch either way. I hope you get over that one day.