I hope you realize that every time you click through my little slice of the internet, I see it. And your multiple visits spread over more than one day are not going unnoticed.
I particularly love that Google search. "the real nancy clue and her big psycho bitch stories" Very appropro. Let me just say, it takes a psycho bitch to know one.
Stalking out my social media, whether it be my blog, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, or Instagram, is not "research." As you have undoubtedly read, I have not reverted to my "old blog ways," nor do I plan on it. Sure, I may mention certain dirty deeds done in the backseat of my car, but that's my present. Every day when I buckle my child in, it is a slap in the face reminder of my former life in which you pretended to be my friend and stole my husband out from under my nose. I'm also painfully aware that if it wasn't you, it would have been one of the other chicks he was banging over the course of our marriage. If you believe him when he says that there weren't others, then you're an idiot. If you believe him when he says that your relationship is different, that he's more in love with you than any of his previous three wives or countless mistresses, then you're really an idiot. The pattern of infidelity is well established and spans over two decades. You will be no different than the rest of us.
I have reached out to you privately and it is akin to banging my head against a brick wall. Maybe this public shaming will do the trick? Stranger things have happened.
And you may have unfriended me back when you were committing adultery with my ex-husband, but I blocked the both of you first. I can't help the fact that you have a mole amongst your thousands of "friends" who likes to forward me the asinine things that you post.
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| Oh, Condescending Wonka... |
Clearly you are so mature and above the petty and childish drama, as you continue to perpetuate it by peppering in passive aggressiveness in between your fake piety Jesus shit and laughable attempts at talking about karma. And then you check up on me, incorrectly assume that I'm referencing you, and the cycle continues.
You get your validation in the form of an "amen" or "atta girl" from those who have only heard your side of the story, but they don't know that you're on the stalker crazy train, now do they? They don't realize that you're doing exactly what you accuse me of doing.
Can I ask you a question? If you were truly at peace with the fact that your current relationship started as the product of an affair while the two of you were married, then I still don't understand how my "old blog ways" offended you? And why do you continue to stalk my shit? Okay, that was two questions, but humor a bitch.
I've never pretended to be anything that I'm not. I have been up front about being an attention whore, which is why I continued to blog here at this address after you discovered it, because I had worked too hard to establish a reader base here. I did not want to have to start over from scratch because I'm a selfish bitch. I don't hide behind a facade built with bullshit bricks. What you see is what you get with me, but you... "you smile in my face, then rip the brakes out my car." Or maybe you just send a fake half-assed attempt at an apology three years late, only to spin around and let your bitchy pot-stirring self shine through. You can't leave well enough alone.
I'm only bringing this up in an attempt to shut you up. But I've had enough experience in dealing with you to know that you will always try and get the last word. Maybe you'll ask for prayers for me, like you did last summer when you discovered the animal that is Nancy Clue, the blog where your identity was kept anonymous, but you gladly blasted out my name publicly on Facebook.
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| Yes, that was clearly penned with the best of intentions. No passive aggressive bullshit here. |
Or maybe you'll post something absurd about practicing what you preach and following the Golden Rule, kinda like the day after you pulled off some adultery in the back of my car with my (now ex-)husband. Do you really want others to do unto you in that manner? I mean, really? And you worry about everyone else's karma...
Or maybe you'll take pot shots at my weight and choice to rock a "big girl/old lady skirted tankini" at the pool. At least I know how to dress appropriately for my age and body type.
Or maybe you'll call me a hater, or a stalker, or a loser, like you have done on countless occasions. Or maybe you'll just do the norm and post lame memes and claim to take the high road.
Lest I remind you...
This is me calling you out on your bullshit. It's not me stalking you, or harassing you, or hating on you, or being jealous of your life. You clearly love the attention. If you didn't, you'd keep your mouth shut. But you can't help yourself, can you?
I've told you privately, and now I'm telling you publicly, get off my internets. Stop checking up on me via social media, as I have stopped doing that to you.
And for all of your passive aggressive public digs about how pathetic it is to live in the past, let me just point out that I'm not the one with a Facebook profile picture that is outdated by three years. You're not fooling anyone, toots.
Deuces, bitch.
PS - Harriet has access to this same technology on her blog and she says, "I see youuuuuu."
