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If you're gonna throw dirt, make sure it isn't the dirt from under your finger nails, and remember to wash your hands...

 Everyone can't be your friend and I don't think enemies can be avoided in life. There is a lot of evil in the world, and that's another unavoidable. However, it seems the minute you get real with a person, set a boundary, get assertive and lay it all out on the line...they go and get salty about it and start slinging dirt. They did you wrong...yet they make you the bad guy. Insanity, I tell ya. 

The most recent occurence? The first ex-husband. Mad, mainly because he got ousted in public. For what? Well, let's see. Namely the fact that he phished all of my accounts, stole credit card numbers, and ran off with $480 of my money and my daughter's laptop, as well as my friends laptop...which he was supposed to be fixing. Then, I get a call that he has done the same to the 72-year-old widow who took his homeless ass in. I allowed him to use the laptop to find a job and get on his feet, after his sob story about his girlfriend dying and him being in jail, blah blah blah. 

Repayment? Threats to start slandering me and fabricating malicious rumors to "destroy me."So let's get this straight...you stole from me, robbed an old widowed man and didn't give two fucks...and somehow it is your intent to make me the bad guy and you're going to do so by making up stories that are similar to what is actually going on in your life? Hmm...let's see how that goes over. I'm curious. Almost as half-brained and ignorant as the men who prey on vulnerable women and pretend to be friends, then turn around and loanshark them or exploit them for money. Better yet, borrow money with the explicit promise of repayment...then tell them they're beat and to fuck off? Who in their right mind that has a conscience would be ok with stealing money from a single mother whom they know has no outside help? Takes a special kind of piece of shit for that one. 

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