I'm having trust issues..

there's a young woman I know in a building I deliver newspapers to here in
town. Yesterday she saw me walking by and she invited me into her apartment.
I've known her for a while. When I would pick up my nephew from school, she
would be there to pick up two kids who I think were kids of a friend of
hers. I don't remember. Anyhoo, I was in her apartment and I noticed an odor
in the place. Like someone had been throwing up all day and night. So she
told me this little tale....

"Oh my god Sam! We go to Chuck E Cheese with three girls and three boys and
leave them there. They have someone there to look after your kids. We drop
them off for lunch, around 11:30am. We go off to do other things and we get
back the kids are all saying they're sick. So we take them home. I take my
daughter home and she starts puking. She's there saying she's not feeling
well and she's throwing up everywhere. She threw up there and there and
here... So I look at her burger and there's maggots in it! OMG!! I can't
believe it. So I called Chuck E Cheese and they said that I was the tenth
parent to call in. So they were getting calls all day about it. I called my
friends up about it and they said all their kids were puking too. So we have
all the kids in the bathroom in the restaurant and they're all sick. They
are puking everywhere. I go to look at the burger and pull back the bun and
I see maggots! I start screaming and then the other mothers come over and
they see the maggots and then the men came over and they saw the maggots. We
all spent the night in the hospital finding out if there were any maggots in
the kids."

See how the story changed a few times?? They all got home and they were
sick. No, they were sick at the restaurant. This is how I knew she was full
of shit. SHE HAS NO KIDS! How about this one too, the big rat doesn't have
BURGERS! Sheesh. I knew something was up when the story got better and
better.

I was talking to her aunt, who currently lives one floor down from her, and
she said, "She's never had kids and she's never been to Chuck E Cheese."

I'm starting to think I should never trust anything anyone says. I wonder
why I find these people. How about this: How much of what she has said to me
was true?

Not his day...

Just a quick note about what happened in the 24 hours following the fire.

First, there was the fire. Not good. Then my husband went into the back of
the furnace to take out the stove pipes and he stepped on a nail. He didn't
bother going to see a doctor about it or to get a shot. So he goes to bed
and SNORED the whole night. He kept me and the cats up all night. Then in
the morning we were about to leave to do my paper routes and my cat was
sitting in the paper bag. He goes to move her out of it and she bit him.

I went out and got him a lottery ticket. I hope he wins at SOMETHING this
week.

There was some excitement in this house today!

I know I don't post like I should, but there's been too much going on around
here for me to sit down and blog it all out.

It went from shorts weather to "Where the hell did I put my scarf?" weather
over night. We have a rather old house - 1880-ish - and one of the joys of
having the house is keeping the snow off us. We don't have snow here yet,
but I wouldn't doubt getting it in the next few days. Along with the old
house we have an old furnace that only keeps one room warm. Last year we had
the pipes freeze on us. I had to replace the taps last year when I forced
them open on a really cold morning. I got it in my head to make coffee that
morning and the taps wouldn't turn. So I twisted the cold one and it
snapped. Then I tried the hot one and it too snapped. I went back to Rona
and got the parts for it, but I never want to wash my dishes in the bathtub
ever again.

You might be asking why this happened in the first place. It's an oil and
wood furnace and the oil stopped working last year. So we have to rely on
the wood part to heat up the house. That didn't work so well last year when
the only room it can heat is the living room. Also had to call in someone to
replace a pipe in the laundry/bedroom. Don't ask about that room. It was a
good idea at the time.

This year my husband finally had enough of freezing and decided to start a
fire in it. We have a deal with each other now that the oil doesn't work. We
set a fire, get it down to coals and then we turn on the blower. Then we
turn it off after about five minutes so we don't set fire to the oil motor
that won't turn off. If this thing is left to run, it will overheat and then
*BOOM* big fire. We let it got this morning for 5 minutes and then I went
out to turn it off. We left the house for a few minutes and then when we got
back, the hubby went to turn on the blower again. He walked in, said he was
going back to his computer upstairs when we hear this banging on the front
door. I started to answer it when the door opened and my neighbour yelled
in, "YOU HAVE A CHIMNEY FIRE!" I ran out the front of the house (far from
the fire) and my husband went out the back. He turned off the blower and by
the time I circled the house to the back where the furnace was, the fire was
out.

We had to wait a few hours for the sucker to cool down. We cleaned it out
and the hubby is STILL putting it back together, but I couldn't believe all
the crap that came out of it. Where is my camera.. I'll post a pic later if
anyone wants to see it. Even found a chunk that was still on fire! The fire
was like 6 hours ago and there was this glowing piece we had to throw into
water. This was almost like we NEVER cleaned it out last year. It was bad.

Remember everyone, this could have been worse! Clean your chimney!!

Oh yeah, when you're cleaning it out WEAR GOGGLES!!!! My eye is still
bothering me!

Why I hate Alcoholics Anonymous.. Or how I stayed sober for TEN years!

I know this is a bit early, but I wanted to get this off my chest and then I
can have a great day.

In January I will be 10 years sober. How did I do it? Not with the help of
AA. I was going to meetings and doing everything I should be doing but there
was a problem I had with the people in the meetings.

If you haven't been to an AA meeting, this is what happens. You show up,
people greet you with a handshake, smile at you and tell you where the
cookies and coffee are. Then they tell you to find a chair and, if they like
your face, you get someone who has had more time than you have being sober
and they will talk to you and bring you all the AA propaganda. The meeting
starts with a moment of silence, followed by the Serenity Prayer. Then you
get to hear poems that are supposed to make you believe that they are about
hope. Then someone comes up to talk about "The Slogans" and what they mean
to them. Then a "Fellow member comes up to talk about his experience,
strength and hope". This is usually where I tune out. There's never been a
meeting I've been to where I can relate to anything anyone has ever said.
Things I've heard in meetings were like:

I lost my kids - I NEVER HAD KIDS.
My wife/husband/lover left me - NEVER HAPPENED TO ME.
I crashed my car 83 times - I GREW UP IN TORONTO AND NEVER DROVE A CAR IN MY
LIFE.
I went so broke that I lost my house - I HAVE A HOUSE AND I'M ALWAYS BROKE.

Not one of these things was from my life. Or as we like to say in AA, "my
story". I stopped going to meetings because I never found anyone who had
been where I was. All I heard in the meetings was a lot of bitching,
complaining and poor me's! In some meetings there are little signs or
posters or someone closing out a meeting saying, "If you have a problem,
share it with someone before you leave. A problem shared is a problem
halved." Doesn't that mean a problem shared is still a problem? Now I know
that sharing a problem is to get it out in the open and deal with it, but
every problem I've ever had could never be solved at an AA meeting. I tried
to voice my problems at a meeting and all I got were a bunch of bobbing
heads telling me they were there. Doesn't help me with my problems. If you
bring the same problems to the meetings week after week, at some point
people don't care anymore. A few years back I didn't have firewood. I was
told to talk to "Phil". I went to Phil and told him I need firewood. Did he
help me? Nope. We froze that year. Last year the motor on the oil part of
the furnace died. You think telling a room of AA people would help? I didn't
think so, so I didn't bother telling anyone. I also stopped going to
meetings after the firewood year. That was for a whole different reason.

I was starting to hate the meetings about two years ago. No one wants to
hear my problems, I don't want to hear their's, but there was a reason that
I stopped going. I felt like I was being pushed out. I was doing everything
I could and should do in the meetings. The first thing you're told is to
find a sponsor. The whole time I was in AA, I could get anyone to take me on
and you need one for the steps. There are parts of the steps where you have
to talk to another member about your past. I would ask someone to be my
sponsor and they were all, "no. I can't". As a female, I would need another
female with more time in than me. So I couldn't do the steps, couldn't talk
to another female about what I was going through and that pretty much kept
me in limbo. So more and more I would show up for these meetings and just
not say anything other than "Hi" "Thank you" and "Bye". Before that, I would
chair meetings, read announcements, talk to new people and do everything I
have been told to do, but I wasn't getting the same back. During a business
meeting, I was informed that someone else would be doing my job of
secretary. That was the last straw. I came in the following week and told
them I was quitting.

I haven't had a drink in 10 years, and I don't have the desire to drink. I
don't need AA. But I have been told by family members that AA needs me.
Turns out the Norwood AA conference that is usually held in September didn't
happen because of new members. I wonder why? I didn't feel wanted in those
meetings and no one would talk to me. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

I've met people from the group I used to go to and they ask me if I've
started drinking again. I tell them the truth, "I couldn't take listening to
other people's problems. I don't care about your problems. You don't care
about mine. I'm not going to meetings to hear about problems."

My Sixth Sense..

A long time ago when I was a baby, I was looking up from inside my crib and
saw about three or four faces looking down at me. They were not the faces of
my family. To this day I'm still not sure what they were, but they were like
round wooden masks you would see in places like Mexico. They would float
over my crib and scare me. I would cry and then my mom would turn on the
light and come to see me. When I got a little older, I would see people
walking around in my room. This was a different house at this point. My
grandmother's house and I was not where near being the baby I was. I think I
was about seven years old and they were coming out of the closet next to my
parents' bed. When I was seven I would sleep in my aunt's room with her. We
shared a bed and I didn't mind. She was maybe in her early twenties about
that time and she wasn't a bed hog like some people tend to be. I would get
into bed and then sleep on my back. My fear was that if I slept with my back
facing the ceiling, that something might get me. Took me YEARS to get out of
that habit, and the road was a long one for me to get through. My parents
decided that my aunt was getting too old for me to share a bed with and they
fixed up a room for me on the third floor. It had pink flowered wallpaper
and was very nice if you liked that sort of thing. But the room had a door
for the room but the closet didn't. I slept with the light on many a night
in that room.

My fear of closets came from this kid who lived next door to our cottage. He
locked me in one in his house and I couldn't get out until his mom heard me
screaming. That kid had issues too. He's a story for another day. What I
want to talk about is how all this relates to the fact that I have a sixth
sense and the closets were not my friend.

Because of the people I saw walking out of the closet, I was able to figure
out that they were not human. At least not in the form that I knew of them.
I would see things and I would hear things and from time to time I would
know things were just plain wrong. I knew when houses were haunted and I
knew enough to stay away from houses with that "vibe" to them. When I was a
kid I just thought that things like ghosts were normal. Just didn't like
them showing up in the middle of the night. I know why I would see things at
night. It's when the world around me is at peace and I'm somewhat tired. I
let my defenses down and then that's when they show up. My house is haunted
and I could tell you all kinds of stories about it, but that's for another
time.

When I was about twelve, I was in Scotland for about a month. I met my dad's
family there and that included HIS aunt Meg who was about 90-something when
I met her. She had a cat who I believe grew up with her. He was an orange
tabby who, whenever you would run a hand over his back, would shed
everywhere. He was not a healthy cat. After we got back to North America,
maybe about a week later, I woke up to an orange tabby on the foot of my
bed. I didn't have an orange tabby at the time. I realized this had to be
Meg's cat. He mewed at me and vanished. In the morning my dad told me that
Meg's cat had died during the night. I knew it already.

I was still new to all this sixth sense stuff at the time. I didn't know
what it was about me that made the dead come to me or for me to just know
something was about to happen. I had the odd time when I knew someone was
going to show up, or something was about to happen. When I was roughly
sixteen, no matter what time I went to bed I would get up at the same time
each and every morning. I would look over and the clock would say something
like 6:15am. I don't remember the exact time, but that sounds about right.
This was after having a dream where I would hear something tapping glass. If
you want to know the sound I was hearing in the dream, take your
ring/key/coin and tap it on a water glass. That's what I was hearing. Then
the next part of the dream, I was flying over the street and it was all
read, like the filters they have on 35mm cameras. I would fly over the
houses and everyone was running away from our side of the street. When I
woke up, the numbers 12, 14 and 16 were in my head. I didn't tell anyone
about this dream, since I had strange dreams all the time, but then I had
the same dream the next night and then the night after that. Each time I
would wake up at the same time. One day there was no dream. I woke up like
the did every other night and I was HEARING that tapping sound. I got up
from my nice warm bed and started down the stairs. I was back in my aunt's
room since she met a guy and got married and moved out. I was halfway down
when my dad opened the door and I heard someone screaming, "HELP ME!!" I saw
my mom on the phone and saying to 911 "I don't know, it sounds like someone
is bring killed out there!" My dad turned and screamed, "OH MY GOD! It's a
fire!!!" I ran up the stairs and dressed faster then I thought I could and
run from the house. When I got across the street I saw that 14 was on fire
and it was taking 12 and 16 with it. We were living in 18. Our house was
spared.

I never thought these dreams were warnings for me. A little heads up if you
will. But I did think it was a little strange that THAT was the only dream I
had up until that point that really did come true. I got in the habit of
journaling my dreams and if they came true that I would have a record of
them. I found, also that telling people about the dreams would also be good.

Between 2001 and 2003, my family suffered a string of deaths. Started with
my mother and ended with my aunt. In-between those two, were my father,
another aunt and my grandmother. With the last death I did get a dream. I
was in the house that was my grandmother's. There was a smoke alarm going
off in the house next door. I ran out with my husband to see what was going
on. My dad was there and he was crying, "They're all dying!" What I was
seeing was a mirror image of the street. I was really in the house next
door - 20. I saw firemen dragging out a body that looked like my uncle.
There was no life there at all. I woke up and told my husband and then I
told my best friend. This dream was on the night of my birthday. Two days
after my birthday, I get a call from my cousin telling me that her mom was
in the hospital. She had breast cancer and it was winning. I got to the
hospital in Toronto to see the family. I knew she was going to die that
night. I was talking to my cousin's then-girlfriend who is a Muslim. I told
her all about the dream and how I thought it was my uncle and not her. Then
it hit me, my aunt and my uncle looked so much alike, that if the dream was
a mirror image, then the gender would be different too. I came back home
that night, went to see my friend and told her about my aunt. She got really
pale after I told her about it. Then I got the call that my aunt had died.
It was something I knew already.

One thing I haven't touched on is the weird feeling I get when something is
about to happen. My aunt's health gave me a little jolt that I knew she had
died. I could almost time it with her death. Years before I was living in
Toronto in a roominghouse and I got this strange feeling that just nagged at
me. I didn't have a phone so there was no way for my family to find me if
anything was wrong. I went to one of the guys living there and asked if I
could use his phone. I called my aunt and she told me that one of my cousins
had suffered a miscarriage. Before that, I knew when another cousin was in
labor. I kinda freaked her out with one thing.. I asked her when she was
going to have the baby and she said something like, "Monday. I'm having a
girl." I told her flat out, "He will be born on Wednesday." I was right and
it took some time for her to look at me after that. She didn't understand
that. I don't either. I just get this weird feeling..

When I think something bad is about to happen, I picture it in my head like
I'm swinging on a vine and there's a brick wall in my path with no way to
avoid it. When my spidey senses are tingling, it's more like I can't think,
can't sleep and I fidget. The restlessness is something I understand. I was
like that when my cousin was pregnant and when the other one lost her baby.
So now when I get that feeling, I get up and wonder who in my family is
sick/dead/dying or pregnant. Just before I started writing this, that was
the feeling I had. It's scary, but I think I'm getting a heads up about
something.

Maybe I should call my family.

A scam turns into some great fun!

As you can tell, I have nothing much to do in the day and I like to spend my time stirring up shit. A few days ago I was talking to an old woman who was looking to replace her storm door that was torn off the house during a storm about a year ago. I told her I would see what I could find and I put an ad out on CraigsList. I hate doing that since there's too many scammers out there, but I can filter them out most of the time. The other day I get an email from someone with the name "BANK OF AMERICA" they said they had a door. When I asked them for info on it, I got another email with the name "FALSE" (including my reply) saying:

I saw your mail and content are well read,for the prize,although I got for $105 but I'm willing to sell $65 the shipping include $10 within the state...Kindly get back to me with your shipping address so that I can make shipment as soon as I receive the money...get back to me with following shipping information as listed below:
Name:
Address:
City:
Stater:
Zip Code:
I will be waiting to hear from you soon and, shipping delivery within 2 to 3 days after transaction is balanced...Here is the payment information:
Liberty Reserve account number: U0464785
Bank:libertyreserve.com
product information
Model: 5004874
Manf#: F30686
UPC#: 053075306867
Manf: CROFT METAL
Keyword: STORMDOOR CRSBUCK 36"WHT
Description:
* CROFT CROSSBUCK STORM DOOR
* *Imperial Series
* *Style 464
* *Crossbuck design
* *1 thick x 1-7/8 wide
* extruded aluminum frame
* *Hercules sagless corners
* *Reversible hinge system
* allows door to be hung either
* left or right-handed
* *Distortion free tempered
* glass
* *Deluxe push button latch &
* pneumatic closer
* *Anti lock-out feature
* *Adjustable door bottom
* *Fixed screen
* *Wind check chain
* *Bulk
* *Colonial White
* *36 W x 80 H


I can see a scam coming my way. So I went to the address they sent me and I got one of those "LIVE CHATS" going. This is what happened. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had doing it.


You are now chatting with Brian (Support)


Brian: Welcome to Liberty Reserve!
Brian: Good day! How may I help you?
Samantha: Hello Brian. Before we start, I'm in Canada.
Brian: Hello Samantha!
Samantha: I placed an ad up here and someone replied to it and then I sent them an email asking for info on what they were offering. they replied back with this: I saw your mail and content are well read,for the prize,although I got for $105 but I'm willing to sell $65 the shipping include $10 within the state...Kindly get back to me with your shipping address so that I can make shipment as soon as I receive the money...get back to me with following shipping information as listed below:
Name:
Address:
City:
Stater:
Zip Code:
I will be waiting to hear from you soon and, shipping delivery within 2 to 3 days after transaction is balanced...Here is the payment information:
Liberty Reserve account number: U0464785
Bank:libertyreserve.com
Samantha: I know if I were to send them money that what I'm looking for would never get here.
Samantha: is there anything you can do about this?
Brian: Allow me one moment please !
Samantha: ok
Brian: Is this your account number? = U0464785
Samantha: no.. that was what was sent to me to send money to.
Samantha: I think they are a scammer
Samantha: I'm in Canada and I don't know where they are.
Samantha: The first email they sent me, the senders name was "BANK OF AMERICA"
Brian: Please note that in order to transfer funds from liberty reserve to your local bank, we only suggest the services of the Exchange providers in our list, their account numbers starts with the letter X000
Samantha: are you a real person?
Samantha: I'm telling you, they are trying to scam me
Samantha: they want ME to send THEM money
Brian: Please mark their email address as a spam!
Samantha: so you are not going to do anything about this on your end?
Brian: Yes, please resend your request to our Abuse Department by contact form, they will be more than glad to hear about this situation, they will also provide you security information to protect your accoun!
Samantha: do you have a phone number there?
Brian: I am sorry, we do not offer customer service by phone, We will be more than glad to assist you by contact form or this live chat!
Samantha: you're not helping me.
Samantha: I would rather talk to someone who can help me
Brian: The Abuse department will be glad to help you with this!
Samantha: what's the address?
Brian: The following link will take you to our Contact form, the main access to them! http://help.libertyreserve.com/contact-us.php
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http://help.libertyreserve.com/contact-us.php
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Samantha: why don't you have a phone number?
Samantha: and what state are you in?
Brian: We will offer customer service by phone later this year!
Brian: We are located in Costa Rica, Central America
Samantha: so you're not legal?
Brian: We are supported by Costa Rican Laws!
Samantha: I'm in Canada and the scammer is in the US..
Samantha: do you do anything about scams?
Brian: Please visit our Consumer Alerts section, specially the section "Auction Fraud", there you will find useful information about this kind of issues, the following link will take you there.
Samantha: you know what, I'm going to tell everyone about your company.
Samantha: How you liked to let scammers get away with things since you happen to be in COSTA RICA
Brian: We apologize for the inconvenient! I understand your situation!
Samantha: That's not even engish
Brian: In order to protect your account and prevent access by third parties, We suggest you the following safety tips: - Never disclose your passwords, personal information as Security answer and password of your mail. If your pass-phrases have been compromised, please change them as soon as possible. - Login to your Liberty Reserve account from a secure computer, with an updated antivirus. - If your account has been compromised, we suggest creating a new and transfer funds. - Increase the security of your email. - Use our free "Liberty Guard," which will indicate whether a page of Liberty Reserve you are entering is real or false. - Always enter your account from the same IP address. - Search for viruses in your computer. and never click on a link in an email, even if it came from your friend.
Samantha: I don't even have an account with you
Brian: The account will be secure as long as the customers follow the instructions and guidelines!
Samantha: what account?
Samantha: I don't have an account!
Brian: The customers accounts!
Samantha: why would I care about the accounts when I don't have one?
Brian: Is there anything else i can help you with?
Samantha: what is your birthday?
Brian: I am sorry, for security measures, we can not reveal personal information
Samantha: are you cute?
Samantha: do you like christmas?
Samantha: you single?
Samantha: I might come down to Costa Rica if you were..
Brian: Thank you for contacting Liberty Reserve.
Samantha: BUT I LOVE YOU!
Brian: We appreciate you taking the time to contact us.
Brian: Good bye!
Samantha: you leaving me?
Samantha: After all we did together?
Brian: Is there anything else i can help you with?
Samantha: Would you give me a baby?
Brian: I am sorry, as i said before, we can not reveal this information "Sercurity measures"
Samantha: If I gave you my email, would you email me? I would love to talk to you
Brian: I am not authorized to reveal this information
Samantha: you can't ASK for my info?
Brian: No, Liberty Reserve will never ask this information through this live chat !
Samantha: But I'm offering
Brian: security protocols! To protect You and your account!
Samantha: I don't have an account
Brian: Is there anything else i can help you with?
Samantha: Marry me?
Brian: Thank you for contacting Liberty Reserve. Have a very nice day!
Brian: Good bye!
Brian has left the chat conversation
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As a footnote, STAY AWAY FROM THIS COMPANY!!

Something to get off my chest...

It's 3am and I can't sleep. Went to bed a bit too early. I'll pay for that mistake in daylight. I wanted to say something and it might be one of the reasons I've not ben posting here much since I set this up.

A number of years ago I met a woman. She seemed to be a bit out there and still my husband was friends with her. It took me a long time to trust her.

One day she woke up and told her boyfriend that she wanted them to buy a house. He did it. He wanted to please her. She moved out to Norwood, Ontario. Not long after, I got the idea to buy a house. I think you just get to an age or some point in your life when you want to buy a house and settle down. I know that's what I did. I understood her desire to buy a house. As a goof, I looked at houses in Norwood as well. I found a house not far from her house and we signed on the dotted line. She told us that she would love it if we moved out here, and, with the promise of her becoming our maid, we moved away from the city. Within six months she had health problems. Turns out she had MS. We tried to support her. We drove out to Kingston hospital to see her. We got there and she started treating us like shit. We walked in and she looked at us and said, "You didn't need to come." This was after her boyfriend said she had no one there to talk to. Then when we said we were leaving, she told hte hospital that she was leaving. After a fully open IV drip for some drug for MS, she drove *US* home. About a year later she talked to boyfriend into marrying her. We were at the wedding and won some goldfish. I never had the best of luck with fish, but the last one died like around Christmas time.

I never fully believed that she was in pain 24/7. She would call us and say she was in pain or that she needed something or she wanted us to come over and keep her company. One night, almost two years ago, she asked us to come over and she would make dinner for us. We found out that the oven wasn't working right. We offered to take the food over to our house (like 5 minutes up the street) and cook it and bring it back. She said we didn't need to. So we left. That was the last time we talked to her. She dropped us as friends on Facebook and I think she blocked us on MSN. I'm not sure since I hardly use MSN. I called her one night and she was like, "I'm in pain.. I'm going to lay down for a bit." and she sounded tired. I talked to one of her NEW friends and she said she was talking to her and was going to call her back, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. After I got off Facebook that day, I called up the ex friend and she was all happy.. until she realized it was me and not her new friend. I knew that was the end of the friendship.

This past spring, she sends Derrick a message saying something like, "I know you might not want to be friends with me....." and she was back in our lives again. Not that I was wishing hateful shit on her, since anything bad happening to her happens to her husband who I happen to like, she told my husband that she and her husband were separating. Well, "We haven't been doing the husband and wife thing for months now..." Then we get a call from her saying that her phone keeps crapping out on her and she needs to call the Oshawa Welfare office so she can finally leave Norwood. She called there one day and they couldn't help her so she had to come back over to call them in the morning. We agreed and she started talking about the break up. I'm not going into it, since neither party sounds good with everything that was said, but after she found a place to live, got welfare, she got out of our lives... AGAIN.

Just before she left, we were back to friends on Facebook and MSN. But that soon dried up. Shit started coming out about what she did to screw over the husband and the little respect I had for her vanished. She never talks to us now and my husband was used to hook her back up with an old friend who was kicked out of her life years ago. This was someone I told him to get rid of from the start. Now that girl isn't talking to him now too. I think he gets the odd message from her, but if I was him, I would tell her to go to hell and I would pack her bags.

The husband told me that he told the ex-again-friend that I didn't like her. She's still friends with me on Facebook, but she doesn't talk to me. I asked him if he told her WHY I don't like her. He said he didn't know. Well, this is the reason I don't like her.

She uses, abuses and rips people apart.

I don't care if she drops off the planet.

She means nothing to me and I will NEVER let her back into my life.

There.. It's off my chest.