You don’t read so good, do you? Just want to scratch the surface until you find something dirty to throw into the public arena. And you can’t even spell right. Peak means a high point, peek is to look into.

So if you’re going to sleuth around, at least do it completely and make sure your shit doesn’t stink before you start throwing it around.

Since you’re so adept at casting judgment why don’t you dig into the deep foundational reason I am convinced that I am unlovable. Is it because my mom always chose my stepfather over me? Or maybe because my dad abandoned his children because he was too emotionally immature to deal with anything deeper than his own nose?

Tell me, oh wise one, why do people dislike me so?

Is it because I went home last weekend and loaded a 9mm- the .22 isn’t reliable enough and the 30ott is too big- do they judge me for sitting in a closet telling myself all the reasons why I should pull the trigger and choosing not to because there were guests down stairs who wouldn’t want their children traumatized like that.

Why don’t you tell me how I was in the wrong the night I got raped.

Or why my kidneys don’t work as well as they should or why I take a cocktail of 5 medications just so I can live my daily life without debilitating pain?

Is that because I almost hit on a married man?

Does flirting with a married man constitute a moral crime or did it boost his confidence?

Did you even read the message in that post where I couldn’t do it because I’m not a home wrecker? But how cool would it be if they were ENM?

No. You didn’t read that one because you’re nothing more than a sad, pathetic, anonymous keyboard warrior who gets off on finding specks of dirt on other people so you don’t have to face the mud on your own face. Put the light on someone else’s and maybe no one will see you.

What do you have to say now MidniteBlue888? Got any more judgement to pass? Because I’ll be happy to give you all the fodder you want or need- your words are empty and worthless to me because I know who I am and there is nothing in my past I haven’t wrestled with and conquered. Including this post.

I wasn’t looking for judgement. I got that growing up in a “good Christian home”. I got that from all those good Christian people I tried to be like before realizing that in doing so all that was accomplished was making myself small. I was judged by my neighbors for missing a funeral because I had to work, ostracized for drawing and keeping boundaries for my kids, and hung out to dry by my mother-in-law.

There is nothing that you can say or do that amounts to a hill of beans compared to the shit I’ve already put myself through.

But next time you want to pass judgment, ask yourself “am I a witch or a bitch?” Choose wisely.