To Catch a Stalker

Yeah I know you're watching, waiting with anticipation that is nearly choking you to death. What are you watching? Why? Do you think our daily regimen still includes you? Well, by virtue of this blog you can obviously see that we are considering you, but at the end of the day, it's mainly because of that ridiculous text over the weekend.

Yes, the divorce that has been advertised is finally over and she has already changed her name back to her maiden name. Contrary to what you might have believed - she's not coming back. Ever. When she said she was done, she meant that. When she said she was moving on, she meant that, too, and she has.

Yes, she is involved with Ryan.

No, it wasn't just a ploy to upset y'all or rattle your cages. It happened, they love each other, and although there is a huge age gap, they have a soul thing. Like they just "mesh" somehow and I am so happy for them.

I know that he will never cheat on her and call it her fault. I know that he will never use all his income to buy weed, beer and cigarettes, snacks from Dollar General, and never independently buy even a package of diapers for the baby. I know that he will never fall asleep and leave the baby unattended for hours at a time while she goes through every toxic chemical in the house. I know that he will never yell at her and he will never berate her or make her feel somehow less, though she is the one with the professional license. I know that he will never compete with her, but he will hold her hand and walk with her through life's troubles and he will make 100% sure that nobody ever hurts her again. He will make 100% sure that nobody ever hurts her daughter. He will be absolutely certain, with his last breath, that they are both happy - because he IS the grown ass man that other men pretend to be while they duet TikTok videos (while wearing filters showing jagged teeth and clown faces) about how tough they are.

I know that when they are married it will last because she is devoted to only one man. She's not the kind that plays those little mind games where, when you're at your lowest, she brings a younger, better-looking man home and flaunts him in your face as his "friend from work". I know that when they are married and they have their own home, it will be filled with love, harmony and beauty, the thing that you promised to give her, but never delivered. I know she'll get flowers at work from time to time, for no reason whatsoever, because that $50 you'd spend on cigarettes for a few days is better spent at a floral shop for delivery to the woman he loves.

I know there's an age gap, and I know that there's been a past with this family and that, but this works for some reason and I will happily die defending this hill from people who would try and come between them. So will Jerry. It's theirs to figure out, not yours. You made your choices and your choices were not in their best interest, so they both chose someone else. It had nothing to do with me. Well, okay, in the interest of full disclosure, it had everything to do with me because I opened the floor for dialogue between them. They took it from there, though.

Let me give you a word of advice, just a word or two; move on with your life. Don't bother with any of us anymore. Seriously, ANY of us. If they live in this house or are affiliated with us in any way, please, for the love of all that is holy, leave them alone. Just pretend we never existed, ANY of us. We will leave you alone and from this point forward will not mention any of you - AT ALL. Not on FB or on TikTok. No blogs and no side-eye, passive/aggressive posts on Insta. You do us the dignity of staying completely and utterly silent and we will, too.

However, while I say that with every fiber of my being, I cannot control justice and how she plays out going forward. There were some things said and done that should not have been said, nor done, and cannot go unanswered forever.

That's not a threat, that is just a thread. Don't pick it. Just leave it sit.

I have asked you before to shut up about me and leave me out of your day-to-day. Throw out anything I've ever given you, even what I hand-made you, and don't look back. There is not one photo of you on my wall, any of you, they are all gone now.

Yes, it only took one situation to ruin what could have been a lifetime of friendship.

Yes, it only took you rejecting me as your family one time for me to reject you wholly.

Yes, it only took one letter of lies and conjecture for me to decide I have better things to do and better people to help.

This blog is my last on this topic. I have a book to write.