I wish I had a magic wand to make my life easy and simple. I don’t want a royal life. Or even a Famous one. If I have one day a household name associated with pioneering the cure for mental illness and addiction and unconvering the secrets of God’s Grace so that once again we lived on earth called peace then I’m certainly cool with that. I look at my art work. My son. My beautiful face and the heart I know that goes with it and I know I’m unique special and deserving of that magic wand bringing me a cute little cottage. A puppy. Grand children. And the best relationship that I could have with my only child than I ever could have drinking. Then I know eveything I have fought for in this world didn’t go unnoticed. I don’t care for scum. I don’t tolerate a man who came to my blog a year ago because I “picked” on his friends. Grow up man. Those friends know they hurt me. I’m way way way past you in this world that belongs to God. I had to protect myself from true filth that you all brought to my home because you prefer beers to rules. That’s your deal man. You chose that. You chose to bully me. So I did walk away. I don’t risk my life wheh it comes to my kid dealing with a grown man that came to my blog and said go fuck yourself. I pray for my kid that you had nothing to do with my eviction. But something tells me you did. That’s pretty nasty you have such an issue with a beauty queen like me with a heart of gold who doesn’t like any girl getting raped. So you tell me what you’re doing big guy to protect us girls. Oh wait. You tell me I’m not allowed to call the cops. Wow. Really? Glad you’re not my dad. But don’t worry. My dad doesn’t care either. Oh. And I don’t drink and party with my dad also. Please don’t hurt me again because I say this. I don’t party with my kid either. #1 rule I will love most.
I am so angry. But at the same time I just let it go. The reason I detail it here is because I chose to be brave and have a public journal for those of us willing to put our foot down to people who drink and don’t obey rules but tell us we have a mental illness they feel sorry for. Ahhh. I feel sorry for anyone wasting their money on alcohol wheh it could maybe feed children instead. But that is just me. Call me all the names in the book. Don’t care. You got your wish. I don’t even live near you now. You never have to see me ever again. Count on that. Any of you from Tuckahoe Creek! You got me out of the state even. How nice for my son. But one day all I’m doing will matter. Because God loves a clean sober woman. Amen