I got some new responses from our new friend (and obvious long term reader). I am going to keep the dialogue going one more time, then I will stop feeding the troll after this post.
“Meh! You’re a psychic vampire, so I guess I got ‘ told ‘ by you. Oh, just an aside, did you go and hold your friends hand, the one that was dying?? were you able to drag yourself out of bed/house/life to be there for him/her?? Please don’t tell me that my tax paying dollars aren’t paying for you to blog all day, create beautiful art when you are able too, and to homeschool your fiance/mother-figures kids?? you my friend are lazy….plain and simple….. and honestly, life is really hard… like alot [hyperlink not in original comment, but was added for effect] of people like myself have to deal with, without complaining or blaming or crying/needing keep taking it’s what you’re good at :)”
Followed by:
“and I can probably say with certainty that your were NOT there to hold your dying friend’s hand, that his/her death would have triggered some innate parent created psychosis that you dare not tempt, lest you ‘ freak out ‘ and wind up needing help!”
Then followed by:
“PPS and your 1st Marriage ended unwell, and it was an ‘ alternative ‘ marriage, so your track record to date in not so good, and your current fiance is a FEMALE which according to you is not your norm, but what the hell, let’s give it a shot! let’s throw our previous sexual interests out the window, and try someone who supports us/thinks we’re fabulous/etc… etc…”
Hmm, “psychic vampire”… would that make me Edward or Alice Cullen? I’m not sure what reference you are making there.. If you had read my post My Friend Is Dying, you would already know why I couldn’t visit him. It has nothing to do with my parents. It’s a matter of anxiety, depression, and guilt. I did not go visit him. We were in contact, and he understood why I couldn’t be there at the end. I was, however, able to comfort him, and celebrate his life before it got that far. We spent time together when things were less serious, because we both knew what would happen as he got closer to death.
As to your second question, I’m sure you will rejoice with me in the knowledge that I am able to work. This blog is a hobby, and I do it because it helps me. Your tax dollars are probably spent somewhere else, by someone with much less reverence for your contributions to the world than myself.
I do have to contest your claims that I am “lazy,” however. Not only do I work, I help homeschool our kids, I clean my home, and volunteer in a non-profit. I also play an active role in educating others, as well as participate in both on-line and in-person support groups and fundraisers for mental health awareness/education/treatment.
I agree with your next point whole-heartedly. Life is really hard. Everyone deals with it. I have been told by many that it takes courage to talk about my particular struggles, though. I don’t do it to complain, cry, or blame. I do it to explain, and to put my experience into context for my friends, and people like you.
I must also thank you for complimenting my writing. Yes, I do take pride in being a skilled writer. Thank you for being a reader of my blog. Also, I must thank you for tripling my views for yesterday! I hit a record. It seems people are interested in what you have to say as well. Maybe you should start your own blog, where you can revel in how you don’t complain, blame, or need help from anyone. I’m sure it will be a compelling read, and I look forward to your optimistic view of the world. Please comment and let me know if you do start a blog, as I will be a regular reader!
In response to your reference to my previous marriage: My ex and I were both mentally ill. Neither of us accepted that at the time. Our struggle to remain together failed miserably, and it saddens me often. He is a great person, and sometimes I wish it worked out, but I am glad I am where I am now.
As for “previous sexual interest,” I think you’ve missed something. I have always been, and will always be, attracted to people for who they are not what genitals they have. I’d never have asked Jenny to marry me if I weren’t both madly in love with her and obsessively in lust with her as well.
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