Personally, I think I’ve handled the original Stupid Whore rather well. When she “dropped” me from all social networking sites without so much as a word on why, I was confused, but I really shouldn’t have been surprised; this has been Liz-like behavior for as long as I’d known her. So when word wound its way to me that she was preggers…with my ex-boyfriend’s baby, the rationale for disappearing from my life came with it. For a little while, I was upset, but never murderous or completely angry or anything. I mean, shit, this is how it played out for them (and me). Did I have control over any of it? No. So why bother getting bent out of shape about it? And not for nothing, but she always wanted a baby, so if that’s what makes her happy…I just hope it makes him happy as well, ’cause I’m not sure anyone is capable of being happy and around that girl for extended periods of time.
Am I the type of person to flip out and hold a grudge? I certainly don’t think so. Don’t confuse me with Linda in the past though, ’cause she was a total bitchface. But this Linda lets well enough alone. The less stress, the better quality of life.
So why now — a good year or so later — why does she now have to stick her Facebook nose in everything that happens in our mutual friends’ lives, when she originally disappeared from the Facebook community she was never really a part of in the first place? I’ve already decided to “de-friend” a handful of people that were more her friend than mine, moreso now that she’s got a baby. Ohhhhhhh wait, now I get it — she’s a big Facebooker now because she has a baby. That makes sense. The insecure, pathological liar is showing off. HAHAHAHAHA, okay. Great, so show your shit off if that makes you happy, but then leave the people I actually like, alone.
I have two friends in particular, both of whom I went to elementary school with, that I really like. One of them actually lives two blocks from me (well, until August). I really don’t want to lose these girls as friends, but I’m also not a huge fan of her pretending she’s their friend. It’s bad enough that magically and mysteriously after knowing them for years, two of her ex-boyfriends have contacted me. (I’m not even 100% certain it’s actually them; I wouldn’t put it past the sneaky bitch to log onto their account(s), friend me, check out my page and then de-friend me before they actually knew she was on it. I say this because she told me that she used to have all of their passwords, though being a pathological liar, who can tell what was true and what wasn’t.)
This is the same girl that I recently found a note on, written to me in high school by her best friend at the time. The note listed several stories that had been told to her by our wonderfully screwed up mutual friend, many of which (and potentially all of which) were not true. She had claimed that she was adopted by her parents and her true parents were her aunt and uncle, that some fictitious person was the guy she lost her virginity to, that she went around with a gun at some point (as well as other tales) — yeah, she could have benefited from some therapy earlier on in life.
As I also could have, though, because no matter how many times she hurt me or screwed me over, I came back. (“She hits me because she loves me!”) And look at that — I introduced her to the man of her dreams as well. YOU’RE WELCOME! As a thank you, why don’t you leave Leslie and Christine for me. That’d be a nice gesture after all that you’ve done to me. To date, I have not gotten involved in any of her ex-boyfriends (I guess its a respect thing) despite their messages and friend requests, I have not wished ill on either her, her mans or her baby, and I haven’t bashed her. But today, I’m tired. I know how cunning and nasty and spiteful that girl can be, and I just want her to go away now.