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I Won't Go Where I'm Not Wanted

Ed’s sister has had a blog going for quite awhile and it has been my habit to read it something that never occurred to me might be inappropriate. After all essentially at this point she is a stranger I’m never going to see here again I don’t post comments I just read it as mindless entertainment. Today she was talking about the problem of having people you know actually read your blog (see the excerpt below).

“There's probably nothing that I would want to discuss here that I haven't already talked about with my parents but it doesn't feel right throwing it all out there knowing that my MIL or one of Jesse's friends or my brother's ex might read it all.” –Ed’s sister

After reading it I made the quick decision to never read her blog again. I deleted the link and even though I have the addy committed to memory I have no intent of visiting it again. I don’t like being an undesirable.

The thing that really gets my goat with this is I forget that there is a whole world out there that didn’t get my side of the story from the breakup. St.Cloud must think I'm some mega bitch that broke some poor guy’s heart and kicked him out two months before the wedding and didn’t even return the ring. Eh fuck em.


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  • Anonymous alice says so:
    11:52 PM  

    you paid for the ring, you get to keep it. top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    2:10 PM  

    Yup, these things can get very ironic. top