Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

Comment by Cheryl

March 17, 2006 @ 11:07 pm

Just from a casual observer from the outside who read this and the previously deleted post….

Please get some help.

Comment by Smoooochie

March 18, 2006 @ 12:02 am

Bugger off, Cheryl.

Abby, stop accepting the invitations that are being presented here. You will never understand the motivations of people who can’t be honest with themselves so walk away. There is no rational explanation from the irrational. There just isn’t. You CAN walk away.

Comment by Abby

March 18, 2006 @ 3:34 am

I’ve alienated people in the last day. Cheryl (who is Cheryl?) says I should get help. Getting help is kind of all I do these days; however, you may dismiss me as crazy if you wish. I was provided with an increasingly large data set over the last few days that left me speechless. I tried and tried to find alternative explanations, but none made sense. The post that was here may have appeared impulsive, but it was actually shared with a number of people whose opinions I fully trust before it was posted. Will anyone really care about the ramblings of one heartbroken girl – ramblings that remained up for 20 minutes one Friday afternoon in mid-March? I said nothing bad about any companies. I said nothing bad about the behavior of anyone other than my ex. For the record, while he was very upset that I chose to post what I posted publicly, he said that he understood how the data I had looked very bad. That said, he reported that my conclusions were incorrect.

There is one thing that I do really regret about what I posted, and that is the use of the word “deadbeat.” My ex loves his son very much, and while it is true that he has been behind in payments, he has never tried to hide from his ex or his son. I hate to bring up this sensitive information again (since it’s not real damage controlly), but I do feel that it was a low blow and that it was unnecessary. I have never used my blog to reveal such personal topics before, but… Walk in the last month of my shoes, and you will see why I did it.

Comment by musings

March 18, 2006 @ 10:35 pm

Abby:

even though I don’t know you, I have been a somewhat quiet observer of your life, through your blog. I was an admirer of your relationship with he-who-shall-remain-nameless cause he-doesn’t-deserve-that-much-attention. In my terribly romantic heart I thought, well, sometimes it works out. How wonderful for Abby…finding someone who will follow her, in her pursuits, in all that you do. I am truly sorry and I wish that the cycles of learned lessons were easier to bear. But after all, I still believe that we cannot completely embrace joy without having felt pain and loss.

Cheryl is a boob. You have, I believe, all the resources to come out of all of this shining. Yes it will take time (it’s taken me ages, ages…my situation slightly different, but pain is pain), yes you will have to revisit dark hallways, but I am sure, that soon it will get better.

😉

Comment by Trisha

March 19, 2006 @ 12:10 am

I’m sorry you’re in so much pain.

Comment by Cheryl

March 19, 2006 @ 10:14 am

Oh I’m sorry. I was confused. I thought comments were encouraged and open to the general public.

If you want people to say what you want to hear, open an online country club and leave the general public out of it. It was just a *comment*.

Comment by anon

March 19, 2006 @ 11:01 am

I think possibly Cheryl has much the better understanding of what you might be going through than some of the other “suggestions”, and she was definitely not worthy of the slandering some of those laid on her. I doubt we’ll find Cherly among your readers again, but if she happens to come across it as she surfs, I hope she realizes that she was heard by at least some of those who read your blog.
I’d reckon that “getting help” was not an indication of thinking you crazy.

Comment by Abby

March 19, 2006 @ 11:26 am

Cheryl – I didn’t delete your comment. I only asked who you were, and I actually feel I reponded to your suggestion.

Smoooochie is one of my best friends and is intimately involved in my daily life, so she knows the whole story. I think she was just frustrated with a comment from someone less in the know.

Now that online country club comment sounded defensive and snippy, and I don’t appreciate it, but I will forgive you, because I’m in need of forgiveness now myself. I understand anger more than I ever have.