Nothing like a good Facebook bullying to really make your day. Last night someone called me out on Facebook because she found out that I had mentioned her (not by name) a month ago on this blog as asking her to create a gift for me and it didn’t come to fruition. I wrote a very brief paragraph and apparently it was perceived as “talking shit” about her. Well, first of all, I have numerous crafty friends, so I don’t know how anyone would have known it was her I was talking about. I should have gone with the cardinal rule of “admit nothing”. I could have been referring to virtually anyone. I have a friend several states away I could have been talking about. I never even referred specifically to the item. Well, she got in a tizzy and called me out on Facebook (not by name), but I piped up and defended myself because I am a hothead and am not going to sit by while everyone writes posts about what a bitch I am, etc, etc. Then it got all blown out of proportion and holy crap.
It really was all a misunderstanding. She was apparently trying to find the perfect supplies for what she was making for me, but she didn’t reach out to tell me such. Meanwhile, I was wondering what was taking so long because she hadn’t communicated with me. I was worried it wouldn’t get to the recipient on time because mail is always so slow during the holidays. I am sincerely sorry I hurt her feelings. My blog posts are always generalized and I never use names because I want to be anonymous. I have used names of my daughters friends because I don’t know any of her friends parents. When or if I do, I would change the names.
Anywho… I was accused of some pretty awful things that really hurt my feelings and I lost a lot of sleep, not to mention waking up with a migraine. She said “sorry I’m not perfect like you”, “wish I had all day to sit around and craft”, “would love to drive 40 minutes to school”. Really? Who loves driving 40 minutes back and forth to school twice per day? If you really did it, I’ll bet you wouldn’t love it. And when there’s an activity and you have to do it a third time in a day. Nope, not fun. That’s 120 minutes in one day. If my math is correct, that 2 hours in the car in one day. You wonder why I’m moving. Wait until she’s in sports and I have to do it 4 times in one day. Uh uh, not gonna happen. Also, I don’t sit around and craft all day. Haven’t crafted in several years. I do scrapbook when I have time. I am waaaaaay behind, so I’ll go slam out 10 pages at a time when time allows. But they aren’t cutsie pages like they used to be. I’ll slap a bunch of pictures on a cute piece of paper and a few stickers. The first few years of scrapbooks used to be super cute, but now the object is to just get them done. I just don’t have time. I get the impression this girl thinks I’m some sort of princess, which is why I don’t work. The real reason is that I have medical issues. I have chronic migraines, fibromyalgia and a few other issues. I had my daughter at 40 and I did go back to work, but she got sick her first week in daycare. We traded it back and forth for 3 or 4 months and she was on an inhaler at 3 months old. I wasn’t cool with that. One morning getting ready for work, I was so exhausted, I sat down at the end of my bed, looked at my husband with tears in my eyes after being up to breastfeed who knows how many times and said “I can’t do this anymore”. I was NOT the woman who thought I could do it all. Not even close. I went in to work that day and said “I need a leave of absence or today is my last day”. They gave me 6 weeks off and during that time, my daughter and I both got healthy, we figured out our finances, and I decided not to return to work. It was the best decision I ever made. Although I have some chronic health issues, I am able to manage them much better not working. I had a headache every single day when I worked. Now they are manageable. My health has improved since I started working out – both the migraines and the fibro. Life is better than it was when I was working. Yes, our finances could be better, but when I was working, I was giving it all to daycare and paying for parking in the area I worked anyhow, so we weren’t coming out ahead by much, and my health was suffering.
I think this person views me as what she sees on Facebook. She doesn’t know the real me. We only ever put our best face forward on Facebook. Very few people put their raw selves out there. No one shows their bratty kids on Facebook. Facebook ought to be called Bragbook. All anyone does is brag about their life. I’m having a real hard time this week because this weekend last year was the last time I ever saw my mom alive. Had I known that I would have held on a lot tighter. She has only been gone 3 months and it’s all pretty raw still. Every little slight seems much bigger to me right now. I don’t have many friends, so I don’t have anyone to turn to anymore.
I really think when you don’t know someone well, you need to think before you speak or write something on Facebook. You don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. I realize I should have thought first before I wrote the paragraph I wrote as well, but I didn’t direct it specifically at anyone who I knew would read it. She knew I would read her Facebook post. Words hurt.