Blunt to a Fault

If you didn’t want anything to do with my kids back then, don’t bother wanting anything to do with them now. You won’t even get pictures out of me, honestly. I’m that furious with this one person who decided he didn’t want anything to do with his own grandchildren, or more specifically, my children (since he’s married in and not actually related). I was told pretty directly he didn’t want anything to do with them – so as far as I’m concerned he can take a flying leap and deserves nothing. I have zero respect left for this man, not that I had much to begin with, because I really didn’t.

My great-grandmother was dead on when it came to this man. As for another person, again, if you didn’t want anything to do with the kids back then, don’t think about trying to whine and cry and suck up now for any reason what so ever. I’m not willing to play either of your stupid, petty games, and I’m not willing to allow either of you the dignity and respect of being able to apologize in any fashion at all. I don’t care what’s going on in your lives, because clearly neither of you cared what was going on in mine or the kids’ lives. I won’t talk to you about the kids, our lives, or send you pictures.

You both can go jump off a cliff for all I care. Drop dead, both of you. My mother had this way of making anything and everything sound sweet as candy, and leave you wondering if you should be happy, or feel insulted. Unfortunately, I did not pick up that particular trait. I’m a fiery, blunt person and it’s cost me a lot of potential friends.

I don’t necessarily mean to be that way, I guess it’s just part of who I am. I’ve been trying to tone it down recently, but in this case I’m not going to bother because neither of these people deserve it one single iota. One day I may forgive, but that day isn’t going to be today. On another completely unrelated note, my bruise from the Nexplanon is healing pretty rapidly. It took a couple days, but the pain is gone.

It’s been replaced with a lot of itching now, because I can’t handle adhesives on my skin; including Band-Aids. They either cause a hive outbreak, or simply tear my skin apart. In this case, it tore my skin apart and did more damage than the implant being inserted did… which isn’t uncommon for me. I’ve got some mood swings I’ve noticed, but so far that’s about the only change that’s been noted. So, so far it’s all good with this Nexplanon.

I start my new job on Monday, so we’ll see how that goes. It should go well considering I’m already trained and they’re really just re-hiring me. I pray that the rest of this journey goes well and in my favor. I’m really tired of taking one step forward only to take five steps backward.

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