Can it already, will ya?

Is it just wrong of me to want to march down to my ex-MIL's house (yes, I can walk there) and tell her to shut her pie hole and give the insults, lies and other bullshit that comes out of her mouth a rest?!


I'm sorry that she's no longer married to my husband's father. I'm sorry that their 10+ year marriage fell apart. I'm sorry that they, unfortunately, have a nearly 4 year old adopted son stuck in the middle of what STILL seems like a ridiculous pissing battle over custody. I'm sorry that she's done a complete flip and has become the most vile, disgusting, vindictive person on this planet (or so it seems).


What makes my blood curdle the most is the fact that after knowing her all of these years and allowing her to come into my life and my childrens' lives is that she doesn't hesitate to stoop to the lowest level of all and drag my name and that of my family through the mud. I'm sorry, but the minute you accuse me of being an unfit, drug addicted, slob of a mother you are just barking up the wrong tree. MY children are not with a babysitter for nearly 8 hours a day for most of the week. MY children actually wear jackets when it's cold outside. MY children don't have an everlasting runny nose. MY children know how to share. MY children are not bullies. Wait...I'm stooping to her level.


Bottom line is, she's still talking. She's burned her bridge. We've tried playing nice. It sucks living down the street from her but it's MY house she has to drive by in order to get to her's. In my heart of hearts, I know the real me. My family and friends know the real me. Those who choose to listen to her false accusations and her concocted stories of bullshit really shouldn't even consider themselves a friend of mine.


I know, I know...sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. But, when you've been betrayed by someone you once called family the sting hurts a little worse. I have not done anything at all to make her turn on me like she did. All I did was side with my husband who sided with his father. Big. Freakin'. Deal.


Anyway, my wish for 2009 is that she will:


a) drop off the face of the planet
b) forget who I am
c) remember that karma is the biggest bitch


You make your bed...you lay in it. You reap what you sow. Yep, all of those cliches. All of 'em.


OK...thanks for letting me grumble.