To the Skank Suddenly Interrupting My Life Again...Part 1

I cut you out New Year's Day when you decided I was no friend to you because I behaved like any decent human would. I don't expect you to understand that. I'm well aware you're on too many prescriptions for your defective brain to know anything about decency. That's why you've conned teams of doctors into giving you Rx's for pain-killers and ADD meds to further imbalance your already dangerously unstable brain. That's why you got through the county's psych evaluation and into their system for services in only 2 days when most people's cases take 3 *weeks* to finalize...and why you were proud of it. That's why you kicked your daughter's father - your husband - out of your mother's house because he wasn't fulfilling your new and unpredictable demands, despite your not speaking to him for over a month. But most of all, your complete lack of decency accounts for you trying to ruin my marriage, and then asking my husband to father the children you want to continue having, by any means necessary.

Because I know just how blind you are to your own short-comings, allow me to walk you through some of the life-altering hell I went through while attempting to maintain a "friendship" with you. A "friendship" that turned out to be very volatile, and absolutely fair-weather in its one-sidedness. Let's start from the start, just so I don't have to take into account your absolute ignorance and back-track constantly, shall we.

We met because you were married to a guy with less job experience than you, so he made less money, he got you pregnant, you quit your job "to prepare to be a SAHM", and you had to move back to your mom's to avoid having to pay rent. I was friends with your younger sister, so you hated me just for that. Then you found out I was married to a deployed soldier and didn't have many expenses, so I had some money to play with. (Do you see how shallow you seemed, even that early on?) You slowly turned me on your own sister because you weren't able to control her and she was everything you wanted to be (read: pretty, funny, personable). Somehow, you presented a moving, believable case, and I fell for it. I became "friends" with you and your husband.

Once you hooked me in, you played all your sympathy cards just right. I felt bad for you, and I tried to help you out however you needed it. I can't remember how many times I helped out with groceries when I wasn't even eating the food I paid for. The cell phone bills that you struggled to stay current on? Never have I pumped so much money (that I didn't even earn) into a service that I never used! Then when you had to decide between having electricity or water, I eliminated the need to make that decision too. My (husband's) money got your car out of the tow lot on a couple of occasions. There were countless other times that I chipped in, and I got nothing out of handing you money for whatever the need was at that moment. I remember the last bill I paid was the cable bill - because everyone was so tired of missing their shows and making-do with watching movies and T.V. shows on DVD. I got your daughter 90% of her initial wardrobe as your baby shower present. Then your daughter was born and I was constantly over there, helping you take care of her - and don't forget I was parenting my own baby all on my own while doing this, too.

Then I had to take a break from being your bitch because my husband came home from Iraq and I was 7mos pregnant with my *second* child. You were less than pleased that I wasn't over every day to play with your baby and do everything else while you sat around. You constantly texted me, telling me that my husband wasn't good to me; that I could do so much better; that I should hang out with you instead of him while he was actually home. Then you crossed a line with him that I had never even seen coming.

I have to stop here because I can't handle reliving this right now. I'll continue later.