Drama

Part two: Here is to you, Heather

Part two of the Heather entries. She is being “nice” this time. OMG! I get a myspace message this time. Okay, I can do this.

Look we need to stop this High School bullshit. We are 23 years old and we are acting like we are still kids. Just stop talking about me to everyone cause you don’t even know me. I am being nice this time. It is getting old. So please stop. It is stupid. THANKS. —Heather (myspace)

First, I can tell, someone else wrote it. Most likely a family member. At least good job for placing caps where they belong. *claps* Far as what it says. You are 100% correct as this being high school drama. We are two adults and we are acting around the age of 16. That is fine with me at this times. It keeps me young. lol

Your message on the other hand. I didn’t talk about YOU to anyone until you made yourself known. I had not named any names until YOU made yourself known. YOU are the reason I made sure everyone knew who you was. YOU wanted to be known. So, I made YOU known. What is so bad about that?

Far as the rest of the message, you are being “nice” this time. Excuse me, really? Really, now? You are killing me. For real, just stop. What happens when your bad? Going to smoke some more and get more tattoos? Just wondering when the fun stops and you take responsibilities for your actions and realize you are having a child or if you really are. Step up to become a better person. This is your chance. Stop all the stupid parting and do the right thing. OMG! I can’t believe you can be so stupid. I mean, really.

I was looking so forward to this “gift” you spoke of in one of your last comments. Damn! Damn! Now do I not get it? That would upset me so.

PS: You can stop of this, really. Just drop off the face of the earth. Then, I do believe I can finally be happy to the ending of all this. Other wise, write what you want, do what you want and say what you want. This is a free land, for at least a little while, well, over 200 years and still going.

KTHXBYE! xox

Here is to you, Heather

On the 25 of June I wrote a blog entry titled Baby Mama Drama and I wrote it with no names to just get what I wanted out of my head. No harm in that. I didn’t write names because it wasn’t my place to say names but you got to love people that want to be known, no matter what. I really love the fact that her intelligence shows with her words, her actions. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. It truly does. I can’t wait to grow up and become all smart like her. This is her comment she left me on myspace. Got to love myspace drama. lol

Let me tell you something you bitch first of all you need to stop righting shit about me cause I already know about you and Greg what you have done to him. I told him the dates that I had my dr.’s appointments and I have the paper showing that I am having his baby. I do not sleep around, becuase unlike some people I loved Greg and still do. I never fucked any guy when I was with him. Why you are trying to be my friend now I don’t know but you just found yourself worse then a friend. I know Greg is moving out. And I do smoke but you are not my dr. or my mother. I did get a tattoo and the guy that did it new it. So mind your own and leave me the fuck alone. You can show Greg this because I don’t give a shit. I want this baby to get here fast now cause I got a presant for you in three months —Heather (her myspace)

Now, don’t get me wrong. Like I said in my other blogs, I don’t remember not being able to write whatever I want in a blog entry. I have stated this many times before. What happen to freedom of speech and all. That is correct, I still live in the land of the free.

Oh, wait, I guess that comes in to play when I start getting my self “knocked-up” and getting tattoos and smoking. I really want my child to come out with extra fingers and toes. Score one for her. That is right there next to eating fish and playing with raw waste. Yeah, I do believe she is doing everything right, you know? NOT!

I do understand, not everyone is perfect and we all do things from time to time that isn’t the brightest moments. But where do you get that it is a good idea to do the things you openly agreed on doing. Hello? I mean, did you even finish high school. You are the people that give Kentucky a bad name.

In her about me section even cracks me up. Get this:

Hi again. For those who don’t know me, my name is Heather I am 23 years old and can be nice and can be mean however you treat me. I love to draw and I love music. But what I love the most is my family. I could not ask for a better family. What I want in life is to be happy and I am just that. I have to keep my head up and live life each day like its my last. My friends keep me on my toes and keep me smiling and without them I would not be who I am today. I am out going and outspoken lol, but I will make you laugh. I also forgot to tell you I have 5 tattoos now I just got one the other day on my foot. I love it. Ok I am done. So if you want to get to know me more message me.

I wanted to high light the fact she openly says how she is getting tattoos since she has become pregnant. Really? Where did that become a good idea? Like Cammie said Why take a chance on catching a blood born infection. That shows how much you really care. Come on now. I have already told this girl more then once she was a waste of air. The more and more I hear about her, the more and more I truly believe this. I have and never will wish harm to anyone or anything. I hope and pray that her child comes out healthy. Since she is doing everything sooooo right.

On to Cammie’s comment:

Taking the chance of catching a blood born infection while being pregnant is really smart now isn’t it?

I would watch it with the threats if I were you because I take threats to my friends very personally.

Jen can write anything she wants about you or anyone else it is called freedom of speech.

Jen wrote a blog entry not naming names just putting her thoughts out on the matter and you step right up proudly to put a name and a face to it and completely air your situation and awful parenting skills to the world?

Obviously, your lack of intelligence and the fundamental lack of education that you have shines brightly though your decisions and statements made here. —Cammie (her web site)

I am not even going to get in to the rest of Heather’s comment. I really feel like I am repeating myself. I will left the comments and her actions speak for themselves.

If she can’t leave it be, then I can’t. By the way Heather, if you want to find me. I am more then willing to give you my number so we can talk. Or you can act like a child some more and write another comment on myspace or whatever or how ever you want to handle it. But some of us do work and have a real life and home to go to. So, you would need to contact me after my 40 hours a week.

KTHXBYE!

Baby mama drama

Let’s say you have the person in your life. He is your world. Let’s call him Bunny. Okay, Bunny has girl that may or may not be pregnant. Let’s call her Baby Mama. Baby Mama and Bunny was together as a couple around a year, but lived together for a total of three years. One night before Bunny gets with new girl. Bunny and Baby Mama happen to hook up. Maybe or maybe not a baby was made.

Bunny tries to give Baby Mama every option in the world to show him the truth. To let him be apart of this wonderful world of baby. She clams to be around 5 1/2 months or so. She will not show proof, will not let him go to the doctor with her. He tries to be part of her life, but she always finds away to make sure she can’t meet up with him or starts drama or doesn’t show up. She tries to make him look bad. Telling everyone he doesn’t want to be part of his child’s life or telling everyone he doesn’t care but I know what goes on. He tries.

She clams to be pregnant but then turns around and gets tattoos, smokes and has sex with random guys. Hello? Really? Come on now! I mean, what pregnant mother does these things if she cared or was really pregnant. She isn’t pregnant. Well, as far as we know. If she is, OMG, I don’t even what to know what she is really doing.

I don’t understand. If you are pregnant, wouldn’t you, just show proof. Wouldn’t it be easy to show proof. If it wasn’t a problem.

Why keep holding on? He doesn’t want you and hasn’t wanted you in a good while. I hope Baby Mama gets it together if she really is. For her sake and the baby’s.

Crazy, crazy baby mama drama.

I bet you think this blog is about you, don’t you?

I bet you think this blog is about you, don’t you?

His mother told me, “If he is suppose to leave you alone, leave him alone!!!!”. I believe I am not suppose to write an entry about whoever I want when ever I want. Let me get this right. I, who pays for the domain, who lives in the land of the free, can’t write a simple goodbye note. Something that was meant just to get how I felt about, out in the open. Wasn’t like I wrote something bad. Wasn’t like I wrote something mean. I simply wrote. Goodbye. That is it. Nothing more, nothing less. I could have been a bitch but I didn’t. I could have said so much more but I didn’t. I won’t. I am a bigger person than that.

I don’t believe I got the note that said I couldn’t write whatever I wanted to write. I don’t really remember that. Damn it. I must get more note pads to write on. But wait, remember, I was the one with a good job, a place to live and a new car. Forgive me for working to get everything I have. Forgive me for carrying everyone else’s load for so long. Forgive me.

I feel as if I can look be on all this and become a better person. I don’t regret the past year, I don’t regret my past 4 years. I am who I am because of everything. I will have to rise up be on the hurt and pain. I will have to find ways of forgiving. Never forgetting but always forgiving. Karma finds a way around to everything. Good or bad.

Remember, don’t judge anyone. Everyone is working on a harder battle. I don’t understand people. Like they have a fucking right to judge anyone or anything. As if they are better or even worse. I know I have made mistakes. I know I’m not and never will be perfect. This is something some people will never get out of their head. I have worked my butt off for as long as I can remember. And I will be damned if a snot nosed little brat is going to bring me down because of it. Fine.

Remember, you are the one that said “If you think your ready, then fucking bring it.” It will be. It will be.

xox

Such jealousy

I was upset about a week ago over an act that Cj done to me. I wanted to let it go but it still kind of bothers me. He read my myspace messages. Well, really it was only one. And that one was to my ex-husband. We (as me and my ex-husband) both promised to stay friends if we ever go divorced and now that we are we still talk on the phone about once a month and now we email about that often. Nothing big, just to check on each other.

I don’t understand this jealousy thing he has over me. I have never had that before. Everyone I have ever been with has never acted like that before until now. I understand that he is scared of losing me but like I told him. He doesn’t have anything to worry about. I want to understand.

I want to forget it happen. He told me “He understood if I left or wanted him to move out or whatever”. But I love him very much and he said he wouldn’t do it again. I want to believe him. I want to be like “Okay”. But for some reason I say I’m okay and I have went on and I have forgave him for this act but still I let it sit in the back of my mind. Nothing like it is going to sit there and then I just blow up one day. Nothing even like that. I just think about it from time to time. I almost don’t want to leave my account on my computer open. He doesn’t have my passwords but on the other hand; I don’t have anything to hide. I didn’t care that he read it. I just wanted him to ask first. I don’t have anything to hide from anyone, let a lone him.

I find it useless to hide anything. It just causes problems but I feel like he hides things from me. He might not but I still can’t help to fill that way. Maybe it’s because I don’t hide anything and I feel like everyone has something to hide. Oh, well, I know. . .well, hope if he is that he will tell me and not keep it from me ever. He says he feels that everyone has secrets. Maybe he is right. . .