Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Changing some things up...

This blog is no longer in use, but the archive of posts will be left up. The email address of ndnsworld@gmail.com, will remain open, but will only be check periodically. To reach me faster, go to my FaceBook page.

Friday, February 10, 2017

"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better." ~Anne Lamont

I haven't written much, recently, because this site was discovered by my son's father & became a source of continuous harassment. Sorta kills the mood to write, I guess.

I realized, recently, that I've become so accustomed to not speaking out when I'm mistreated & was shown how much my experiences can really help others. So, I tried an experiment. I tweeted one of the never ending string of harassing texts that I get.

I had never done this before, mostly because I don't want people to know what I put up with because then I get well-meaning, but largely unhelpful advice. But, also, because they normally go on for many more than the three screenshots that I managed to end this one in.







(No, his name isn't usually listed that way in my phone. But I didn't feel good about throwing his name out to Twitter.)


Immediately after posting, I started getting feedback from others who experience the same sort of issues related to their children.

I never used to understand when my elders wanted me against being with people who have incompatible cultures, but now I get it. And, when you add the controlling narcissist factor he's got going on, things escalate quickly.

So, last night, he discovers the tweeted conversation from 2/2. I received a call at 10:28 pm, which I answered, thinking something was wrong with my child, who is at visitation right now. However, when I answer I hear "Summer, I'm sick & fucking tired of being put on blast on your Twitter!" Naturally, I hung up, after calming telling him I was doing so, so that he would know he was not welcome to call me again. He immediately called back, which I did not answer; but did send his a text to tell him that I didn't wish to speak to him.  




This is a calm, normal conversation, relatively speaking. I refuse to fight or engage. And very often he ends up blocked from my phone. Unfortunately, I feel that isn't an option when our son is at visitation. So...

Anyhow, the moral of the story is: if even you feel like your own words or behaviors  make you look like a jackass...perhaps you should change those behaviors...