Facebook is NOT your friend.

Facebook.  I resisted it for so long as I grew tired of MySpace quickly.  I decided to start a blog (Divainthedesert).  I never claimed to be a writer, still don't but it held my interest for several years.  I was invested in my blog, I wrote about my life, the funny things about parenting, blasted assholes that wronged me (while using fake names to protect the not-so-innocent), hyped up events, causes and people that I admired and to be honest, it was quite therapeutic for me.

Stupid Facebook.  I had numerous friends that were jumping up my ass to join.  I thought that it was MySpace Generation II and didn't want to deal with all of the upkeep.  Finally, in fall of 2008 I got sucked in to the CULT known as Facebook.

For a few years, it was fun to post pics of my Kidlet, daily bullshit and keep up with my friends.  Then the random friend invites followed and before I knew it, I had 1000+ friends.  I only knew about 427 of them but what did I care?  I never shared my personal information, kept my child as "The Kidlet" and tried not to cuss or offend.

It was great up until August of 2012.  I fell into a relationship where every person in his office was basically stalking my FB page.  He would walk in on Monday morning and would get bombarded with questions on my posts/quotes/pics/etc.  If you know me or have been my "FrIenD" on FB you should know that I am the most sarcastic person in the world and will "jab" but truly mean no harm.

Apparently when your profile is being stalked, people read way the fuck too much into anything that you post.  Well, I had a following that led into the personal life of "He/Him".  My profile became the new Perez Hilton of Southlake, Texas.  While flattered, I was annoyed beyond belief that these people were so interested in my life and what I was doing, seeing, eating, staring at, sitting on, etc.

Today ...  I have no FB page.  I actually do but it has been deactivated because my posts have been taken out of context.  My photos have been forwarded to local skanks, I mean other socially impaired humans attempting to cause drama for myself and "He/Him".

This has become a massive cluster-fuck in my life and to be honest, I am sick and tired of it.  So, I quit.  I'm ringing the bell as if I were in SEALS training.  My advice to you .... keep your friends list on Facebook tight.  Know these people in real life, if you don't ... don't accept their request.  There are some kids/bullies that are disguising themselves as adults.  They ARE out there and because they are either bitter, jealous, old, infested with herpes or recently released from prison, they are looking to tear others down.

Become RIP-worthy!  Protect yourself.

The Blame Game

blame

  [bleym]  Show IPA verb, blamed, blam·ing, noun

verb (used with object)

1.

to hold responsible; find fault with; censure: I don't blame you for leaving him.

2.

to place the responsibility for (a fault, error, etc.) (usually followed by on  ): I blame the accident onher.

3.

Informal. blast; damn (used as a mild curse): Blame the rotten luck.

noun

4.

an act of attributing fault; censure; reproof: The judge said he found nothing to justify blame in theaccident.

5.

responsibility for anything deserving of censure: We must all share the blame for this deplorablecondition.

Bad things happen to us all, it is part of life but when those things do happen are you a "finger-pointing blamer"?  I know that it is much easier to blame someone other than yourself for the event(s) that led to  this "thing" happening but in most cases it is partially if not all your fault.

I have recently been the target for some rather vicious finger pointing blame and it really sucks.  I will call this person, Wilma.

Wilma and I have never been friends, only acquaintances   Wilma is not the most loved person in our community, she actually has quite a nasty reputation for being a hard core bitch (and I am saying this with a soft tone).  She is very selfish, she is constantly blasting people behind their backs and rarely has a kind thing to say about anything.  Wilma is all about Wilma.  Needless to say that you don't want to be on her bad side and currently, I am Prospect #1 on her bad side.

Without giving away too much information, here is the short version of her beef with me ...

I have lived in this area for quite some time even before my divorce so I know a lot of people.  I network often due to jobs and local organizations/charity events.  I also know Wilma's soon-to-be-ex-hubs.  Wilma and ex hubs have had a roller coaster ride of a relationship as long as I have known them.  Something was always going on but they had no impact on my life so I didn't really care.  

Fast forward, her soon to be ex has actually turned out to be quite normal which has shocked me.  We have been socializing quite a bit together and it just so happens that Wilma has decided that I am the reason that her world is falling apart.  This couldn't be farther from the truth but she has pinpointed me as public enemy #1.

Here are just a few of the things that Wilma has recently pulled:
*  She sent a scathing yet poorly written email to  my boss (who is not even in the same city).  She attempted to get me terminated but that backfired BIG TIME!  We all laugh at the BS that is spewed in that message.
*  She continues to label me as "the one that destroyed her".
*  Two weeks ago while out seeing a friends band, she wrote on soon to be ex hubs passenger window, C*NT in lipstick.  I am pretty sure that it was intended for me.
*  I had to pull down my business FB Fan Page because she was posting nonsense and cursing.

Those are just a few instances.  She is a total nut and what is really sad, I had absolutely nothing to do with the unraveling of her marriage.  She has done plenty on her own and everyone in our area knows of her "issues" over the last several years but come hell or high water, she wants to blame someone.  I wish that someone was not me but, it is.  I have alerted a number of people of what is going on just for safety reasons or if I end up dead.  Hopefully this will die down because I do not want her to go straight up Betty Broderick on me.  I thought that Jamie's ex wife was a pill but she is lame next to Wilma.

Next week is The Kidlet's Spring Break and I think that mid week I am going to head to Houston to visit family and get away from the craziness up in here!  TTYL :)