I sat in tears in my vice principal's office, today, shaking off the "conversation" I had with kid's mom (see chronicles of yesterday). She called back to bitch me out about a misplaced wristband, which I had asked kid to put in his backpack as soon as I saw it. He didn't. He gave it away, and then said someone stole it. I found it, and placed it on his desk this am. Situation resolved, right? Wrong.

Apparently it's my fault that her son doesn't follow directions.

I know I'm not in the wrong here, but her verbal acrobatics and offensives left me, well, a bit defeated.

My vp told me that if I was going to stand up for what I believed in, I was going to bleed a little.

And it just reminded me of every other fucking time I've kept my mouth shut, avoiding conflict.

It makes me feel as if I'm voicing silent approval. And in the case of kid, I cannot.

Just as I cannot in the case of an old friend.

I'll have my piece with kid's mom on Monday.

And because this is my blog, I'll have my piece with you now.

You can do what you like with it. I just want to know what happened to you.

What did happen to you? Three words that I would've used to describe you when I first met you? Funny. Supportive. A little crazy (like the rest of us.) And now? There is a thin line between humor and hatred - you, my friend, have crossed that line a million times over, intimidating and mocking and goading and insulting and belittling with no intentions of stopping.

I used to stick up for you. I kept hoping that you would come back from your jump off the deep end, that you weren't possibly full of that much negativity and hatred, but you just kept on. And I just sat. Silent.

But after the recent escapades on your "other" blog?
I just can't.

Sure, she requested a review. Yes, your site reviews are sarcastic in nature. Anyone can take that. It's the comments (mostly) where people get slaughtered. The posting of the personal website and information? Completely unnnecessary. Sure, she misrepresented herself on her blog, but what did this girl do to you and yours? You couldn't let it slide?

I don't think you let anything slide. And I don't understand why you carry around all that anger with you. I can guess but I think that it's misdirected. With this, I guess I'm giving you somebody else to hate.

I've kept quiet a long time because I've seen what you do to those who cross you. Maybe I should save you the trouble and delete my blog now? You say on your blog that you don't care, but the ferocity with which you pursue and doggedly try to demolish those who have been unfortunate enough to end up in some disagreement (however miniscule) with you is indicative that it's not just sticks and stones to you. If you didn't care, you would LET.IT.GO.

But no, you just hang on to it, and let it fuel you. Nothing is sacred to you, your friends- but I question that as well, because right now your "right hand" is someone that you subjected to the same anger that you now inflict on the rest of us "bitches, fucktards, fat whores," and whatever other expletive du jour falls out of your mouth.

I'm trying to stay relatively calm, but the more I write the more angry I get. I mean, where do you get off, really?

But I know you're not hearing my words, because you're looking for grammatical mistakes, or planning how to do whatever you're going to do. Or remembering something I told you before so you can use it against me.

You know why I'm pissed at you? Because you used to be my friend. You used to be the first to comment on my page and the first to IM me when I needed a break. I trusted you. I confided in you. And now you're just like the playground bully. You derive pleasure from watching people squirm. You say you're not directly involved...but letting it go on on your site? instigating it?

That girl deleted her blog. And you don't care. How can you not? Just chalk it up to another one, I guess. Do you have notches in your bedpost? Because that makes at least five, doesn't it? Or maybe I'm underestimating you.

Waging your wars with words and legal battles.

They're not just words. You of all people should know that. I almost killed myself trying to prove to my ex-husband what kind of damage words can do. Call me weak. Call me whatever you want. But I know you know me better than that. Sure, you can hurt me, and I'm sure you will. But, that's your choice.

I hope you have fun doing it, too. I guess I'll find out who my true friends are.

You'll probably be mad I went public. You're not the same person on the phone and in e-mail that you are on your blog. I'm not just hurling words at you.

I just wanted you to know from someone who considered you a friend that I think what you're doing is wrong. If I stay associated with you, then what I am doing is wrong too.

That is not something I want in my life right now.

If the old you decides to pull her head out of her ass, let me know. I'll send you some socks.