On Mean Girls and Keyboard Warriors

So, Tattlelife.com vs PTWM

 

I don’t usually comment on other people’s blogs or affairs because let’s face it- my blog isn’t all that big and is only interesting to the people that know me.

 The people that do know me know that my biggest hatred is bullying. Anyone that bully’s is a cunt. Plain as. I was bullied horribly in high school and it really shaped how I viewed myself for a long time and made me miserable as fuck. Obvs I’ve grown up and got some lady balls now so don’t give a flying fuck about anyone’s opinions but my loved ones. Not everyone is like that, not everyone has a platform to fight back with or a way to articulate a defence. So it’s down to the people who can to knock that shit on the head rather than buy into it for the sake of entertainment at someone else’s expense.

 This week it all blew up between tattlelife (sun newspaper style gossip bitchfest) and Part Time Working Mummy- a blogger I’ve been lucky enough to chat with on many occasions and someone who gives a huge amount of her time to helping others less fortunate.

 The basis of the drama was some anonymous person claimed to have proof of misuse of a go fund me account. The discussion then degenerated into mudslinging and what amounted to bullying. One particularly delightful soul wished an unborn baby dead. Yeah...so 40 pages on and still no proof of financial chicanery but a lot of personal details being published about minor children and their life/ routines etc. 

I can’t help myself so I posted the above. And got promptly banned.

 I’m pretty proud to be honest, who wants to be part of such an unhealthy group or so unhappy with yourself you need to try and destroy a family? I mean I’ve known a few girls like that in real life and my advice is the same to them as the keyboard warriors.

Treat others how you want to be treated. If you can’t be cute, stay mute. And don’t say anonymously what you won’t say to someone’s face.

 

The mean girls I’ve known in real life have always seemed to get their comeuppance- karma is like that. I suspect the same rules apply online too.

 

My husband and the rantiest of rants

I’m a little bit late for Father’s Day but I hope a good excuse I promise- I ended up in hospital with my crappy back again. More on that later.

I take the piss out of my husband mercilessly and I love having a good moan about his tendencies towards illness and injury but my god that man is a saint for putting up with me and my foibles. I have food rules that are insane- I’d never tried cheese on toast until I was 37. The first time I slept at his house I sleepwalked, rifled his bedside drawer and made a crop circle with his socks around the bed. The time after I managed to get into the fridge and drank a jar of mint sauce. I’ve also had a sleep fight with someone I hated from school and broke my hand on the cast iron bedstead. He was woken by my howling and took me to a&e.

When I met him I was a single parent out of a horrific relationship and he was very clear about not wanting children or marriage. Nonetheless he took on our eldest as his own. She’s been his longer than her biological parent who isn’t involved in her life. I cannot think of a better dad for either of my girls. He is the one who runs out for medicine in the night when they are unwell, he makes sure everyone eats something green at least once a day and he is who I want my girls to judge future relationships by.

 

We aren’t perfect and I often debate strangling you with your fishing line but you are the single best choice I’ve ever made.

Also sorry for ruining Father’s Day with my tantrum about my Gucci shoes being robbed from the hospital.

So, about that.. funny story. Due to a combination of fuck ups I ended up being take to A&E by ambulance with a paralysed leg. Panic grabbed my Gucci trainers- which I proper love and treasure- I hate being without shoes on. I end up doped up on morphine in casualty and my hubby and his mum head off home as they're transferring me to a ward and we had kids to collect.

I'm having a lovely drug induced kip when someone walks past and swipes the trainers right off my feet!!!!!! Fuming isn't the word for how cross I am.

What kind of person do you have to be to steal the shoes off an unconscious person in hospital? Jokes on you dickhead because you missed the handbag which is significantly newer and nicer.

So after falling victim to the hozzy shoe thief I asked for a bag of essentials to be brought in. I'm currently wearing Ste's long johns and a shirt roughly the size of Mars so look like they've rescued me from the streets.
Ste, god love him, made the mistake of asking our eldest to pack me a bag. She sent me in two thongs, my sexiest bra and a Christmas jumper. No pjs, no comfy clothes. I think she thought I was going to seduce a doctor or something whilst I was high and dragging my gammy leg behind me.

 I had to call my best friend to talk me down from disowning the entire family.

I won't forget though Elise, and my revenge will be beautiful. Thankfully my bestest came through and dragged her husband and son down with some decent knickers and pjs for me so I looked respectable.

I had to leave hospital in £1 primarni flip flops though.

Could only happen to me.

 Shoe thief, I hope you get a nasty case of athletes foot and some morals.