Facebook stalking…

My ex had his kid. Boy or girl I don’t know and it’s not my business.

As far as I am concerned his first child was Becky’s kid.

But this is not any of my business.

What is my business is my family.

My cousin, so eager to spread gossip decided to be the one to tell me.

There was no reason to tell me. There was no mechanism to know. There was no reason for me to know. And I haven’t been on Facebook for 3 years so it’s not like I’d have found out that way. So there was a good chance that you would be the one to tell me. Was it loving to tell me? No.

Was it kind? No.

Was it 3 minutes of titillating gossip Yes.

I absolutely lost it at my mother… why? For the same reason as last week. This comment.

“You have been going to the library for years now and you haven’t met anyone…”

Excuse me?

Excuse me??

Excuse me???

The British Library is a rare treasure. A public library, home to so many books that I could never afford I am free to read at my leisure.

History of the modern banking system? Sure sweetie

History of English Legal System? Anytime you like.

Pronouncements of the Tudor kings (and Queens)? Fill your boots my beloved.

Left to myself I would soak myself in this obscure knowledge. Because why not?

I would learn French, old French, German, Spanish, Latin and Old English. Become a scholar and chart my own view of the world. Based on my own research.

But would I use those research capabilities to stalk my ex? Da fuk???

Basically my activities have been deemed less important because I haven’t dated a man because of it. Said the person who met her husband through luck.

In absolutely losing my mind with my mother I told her my plan to absolutely terrorise married women for the rest of my life the second I married. Why? Because I would be on the same pedestal you are on and so now I can tell you about your awful character… and you can’t say I am bitter or wrong because I am married.

I can’t wait to terrorise people.

Dear God.

Hear my prayer, I pray I meet my husband in the British Library. Amen

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Grace and Courage

Annetta Mother Smith.