And I’ll bitch if I want to!

You wanna know what gets me?  Really?  Cause I’m about to list some examples.

How can you be a mother to a young child and claim to be devoted when you’re leaving them with someone every other night?
I mean really, you can go out and have fun but don’t leave your kid with family or friends so you can go out EVERY.SINGLE.WEEKEND. and be gone ALL WEEKEND!  Don’t say you’re “doing it for your son” when you leave him for 2 months.  Do you know how kids spell love?  T.I.M.E.  NOT M.O.N.E.Y.

Don’t claim that you’re doing it for them when you and everyone around you knows that its for YOU!  If it were for your kid, you’d be attached at the hip as soon as you came home, you’d be calling every day, you’d make a way to be home.

You might not make as much money, you might not be able to buy the best of everything, but time matters a hell of a lot more to a two year old!  When your myspace page has more pictures of you DRUNK than of you with your kid, I wonder where your priorities are.  I’m not wrong to wonder.

When your main priority is getting some ass, I’m right to assume that your child isn’t on that priority list.

When you’d rather talk about drama and he said/she said bullshit than the fact that your infant sat up by themself for the first time, I’m right to assume your head is NOT in the game!!!

This isn’t about ONE person, its about several.

You know what else?  At 18, don’t tell me you’re having fertility problems.  Don’t tell me you’ve been trying for 3 years to have a baby and it just won’t happen.  I don’t buy your bullshit.  At 15, did you really know enough about your reproductive system and how conception happens to make the choice to plan a pregnancy?  I highly doubt it.  Most grown women don’t know enough.  So no, I don’t buy your “I’m infertile!” bullshit.  And I don’t feel bad for you.  So shove it.

And don’t lie and expect me to buy it.  Don’t tell me that your PCOS makes it SOO hard to lose weight that it just won’t happen!  That you’re practically eating nothing and you work out like a crazy women but the pounds won’t budge! Don’t try that “I barely even eat!” bullshit either.  I’ve got PCOS.  I’ve got hypothyroidism.  I recently had back surgery.  I have arthritis.

Guess what? My problem is NOT that I have these medical issues, its that I fuckin eat too much!!!  I do NOT eat like a bird, I do NOT pick at my food and barely eat.  I can own it, you can do.  I do NOT work out like a mad woman and I could do more physically but I choose to not push myself yet.  I make the choice everyday to limit what I do.  I could try to do more and possibly injure myself OR not.  There’s no rule that says at 4m post op you can only walk 2miles a day.  (thats what I do most days, some are 1 – nothing extra on weekends).  There is no rule saying you can walk 5miles.  There are NO RULES!  The rule is, do what you feel right doing.  So if you think that walk to the fridge is all you can possibly manage, then fine – but don’t lie about it!  No one buys it!!! NO ONE believes that you got to your weight by not eating and working out. Seriously.

By the way, before anyone starts getting defensive, this is all directed at people that I no longer talk to – but I still see spreading the same bs.  If I thought this about someone I cared about, I’d tell them to quit their shit.

I’m just so sick of fake people!  Thank God these people aren’t in my life anymore, but you better believe they still annoy the hell out of me.

Oh and on that note – following someone around in forums online just to argue with them just makes you look like a dumbass.  I don’t stop responding because you have some amazing point – nope.  I stop because I realize that stupidity flows from you like a fucking river and nothing can stop you.  You just look more and more ridiculous as time goes on.  I try to leave any and all groups that I might see you post in, but you just keep on following me around.  My ass must smell like roses, why else would you have your nose in my shit?

Get it?

Ok I feel like 10lbs lighter now just by getting all of that out   Thanks internet, you have saved my sanity once again!  Now I’m off to get drunk, take tons of pictures and post them on myspace, leave my kids with whoever for the rest of the week- hell the month!,  go join the military and leave the kids with whoevevr for 2 months, blame my weight on everything under the sun except me, claim infertility (wait..my tubes are tied! damnit! I need some clomid!), and cyber-stalk someone more intelligent than me!

Em