When I read your FB text last night, I instantly related.
You are so consumed with your own pain that it makes me feel like I’m not your [relationship descriptor redacted].
Get on some meds you psycho bitch!!
No I am not [wonderful] but I think I am kind, and you were kind to me so I hope you will find peace and happiness in the future.
No time and in no way is it appropriate to be rude, unkind, cutting, demeaning, speaking out of rage and anger, and belittling others. I have seen you do each of these things with a measure of generosity. I have watched you shred those who even mildly suggest that you’re out of line.
Hi JD, I just wanted to say “Me Too”. My emotions are too raw to say anything beyond that, but ME TOO sister.
You need to get off Facebook and find some real friends.
I have a whole bunch of emotions there for you my friend. Anger, sadness, frustration to name a few. I haven’t been publicly posting on your timeline but have been following to some degree. You can – no, will – rise above this and find your own sense of self and all that entails.
This is a much more reasonable place to be. Not that being unreasonable is bad – I’m not saying that. But this post has much less estrogen-filled drama and is much easier to process (for me).
You think you are telling the truth but in fact you’re just regurgitating this woke woman diatribe that is out there in ultra feminist blogs.
I don’t have rich parents who come to my rescue every time things get a little bit hard.
I’m glad you’ve contacted scabies. I accept that as what you’ve got coming for what you’ve done to me.
You take care of you. We’ll keep praying, as always, for only good things for you – whatever those may be.
The truth? You mean your exaggerated story and outright lies that make you look like an abused victim.
I miss the person you suppressed not the person you are now.
You are a unicorn: pretty, but fierce as fuck. Damn. I mean, DAMN.
You’ve always been a bitter person.
You are beautiful inside and out.
omg! it’s impossible to reason with you.
Proud of you.
I can’t stand the woman you’ve become.
I was thinking about you and wanted to send you some love. There’s not really much I can say about the myriad things you’re going through, but I can at least let you know that much!
I’ve really, really been wanting to message you for a little while because I’ve felt so compelled to share with you a little bit more of my story. Extremely random, especially because it’s not something I’ve shared with very many, but I figure if anyone is going to understand, it’s going to be you.
Fine. I see how I rate with you now.
I don’t know what all is going on, but I admire your being upfront with how hard life is right now for you. When I felt my world was falling apart (my husband had left me and our two little ones to live the “carefree” life of a meth addict)…I kept it all to myself. I tried to make it look like everything was fine on the home front. I didn’t cry in front of my kids. The one friend I finally confided in told me what a disservice I was doing by acting like everything was normal…when clearly it was not. It was a sad time. Crying would be appropriate. Asking for help, support, love…would be appropriate. Live and learn. And pass on those lessons.
i commented, Jennifer, because from what i see, you need help. not only, but how you’re going about things mortifies me. i have no earthly idea how you can think this helps you, your kids, your extended family.
I can only say that I am proud of the decisions you have made. Teaching your children what courage and resolve look like in the face of adversity is an incredible gift.
That was really harsh the way you just talked to dad.
Hi Jennifer, sorry to hear all of the pain in your life these days. Very sorry…I can’t imagine what you are going through and I’m glad to hear you have a community around you. That is great! Thanks for sharing about your family.
You disgust me and I will hate you until the day I die.
I love you. You’re the best mommy in the universe.