I’m not usually one to humour negativity or trolls in my life, however there has been one issue that has constantly been thrown my way in a negative light that I felt the need to address before I publicly name and shame this person. Seeing as that really isn’t me, and no matter how unpleasant said person is and no matter how much they push my buttons, I wanted to go about this in a different way. I’ve never been one for getting in the gutter no matter how tempting it can be.
Now, I’m sure the person that some of these points are about will be reading this. In fact, I know full well they follow everything I do. Almost anything I post gets an indirect but obvious, negative and spiteful response thrown at it. Some days, the good days, I laugh it off. In fact in a twisted way I feel flattered that someone would spend so much of their time obsessing over my life. Other days, the bad days, those spiteful, malicious comments hurt. What makes it more painful is that the person making these comments was once a friend of mine.
“Jealousy is a good indication that you’re doing things the right way. People never get jealous of those that are going nowhere in life.”
I’m never one for knocking anyones reputation, this isn’t what this is about, the fact I won’t disclose their name makes me feel quite confident I can get what I need to off my chest without any potential damage happening on their behalf. I’m really not about knocking others down. I also have too much respect for what was once our friendship for that.
I’m sure you’ve all seen me talk about my little family on numerous occasions. In fact you may have even seen pictures of them from time to time. It seems that certain peoples opinion is that if I’m not posting pictures of them, mainly pictures of Jack, across my social 24/7 that must mean I’m an awful mum that doesn’t care and has other priorities. Well, any sane person will tell you that really is not the case.
I’ve seen posts about me on numerous occasions. I’m being judged for what I spend my money on, for where I go out, in fact for how often I go out, and amongst all this, the welfare of my son has been questioned too. Now, I will overlook any comments about myself, but bringing Jack into this, my son, my child. That’s a different ballgame altogether. For someone to have the audacity to even suggest I prioritise going out and purchases for myself over my son, quite frankly needs their head testing.
However, seeing as said person making these allogations is so concerned about seeing a picture of Jack then here we go… Ladies and gentlemen, my wonderful and gorgeous son.
I mean, I know I’m bias but he’s pretty cool right? Does he really look like a child who is deprived of the things he needs in life? Does he really look like a child who isn’t happy at home, and who has a mum that doesn’t put his needs first? I don’t think so!
I’ve been told that I spend my money ‘pissing the night away’. I’ve been told I shouldn’t go out with Spence every other week. Oh, I’ve also been called a ‘part-time parent’ and been told that I shouldn’t ‘hand over my child so I can go out and have a good time’… Let’s just review that last point for a second – So I’m being told I shouldn’t allow my son to have a relationship with his dad?! That’s actually laughable. Clearly the opinion of someone that doesn’t understand what it’s like to a) be a parent within a broken family b) be the child within a broken family… That’s right I’ve both experienced this from the parents AND the childs point of view. Remind me again why you think you’re qualified enough to judge me sweetie?
There is too much negativity in this world. Too many people think it’s OK to judge other peoples lives and situations they have no idea about. What ever happened to positivity along with loving and supporting one another? What happened to people being pleased for other peoples achievements?
There was a time I thought that the friendship between this person and I would get back on track, but there has been far too much water under the bridge for that now. To the person this is about, I want you to know this:
I miss our old friendship. I miss the tea and cake, I miss the giggles. It was a friendship I truly held dear in my heart. There was a time I felt I couldn’t forgive you for cutting me out of your life for no reason at all. There was also a time I was angry at you for what you did, but that anger soon passed and left only confusion. Even now, I remain confused. It was you that walked away from this friendship. Yet it is you that continues to make comments as though there is still some link between us. At first I thought this was a way of trying to get my attention, an olive-branch as such. I thought perhaps you may have wanted to rebuild this friendship. Although some bitter comments spread across social soon confirmed this was not the case.
I really wish you well and all the happiness in the world for your future. I forgive you for everything, but that is where this ends. No friendship can be rebuilt after the horrible and hurtful words you spoke about me time and time again. You used things we discussed as friends against me. You made me doubt my ability as a mother and as a friend. However I soon learnt to ignore these doubts and ignore any future comments you chose to make about me or my family. Anyone that had true respect for what was our friendship would never have done the things you did. So I miss you, and I want to forgive you, but I also want to forget you.