DISCLAIMER: read me!

This is my official disclaimer. Those that know me, also know that you (as an ongoing reader or subscriber) will likely have to refer back to this disclaimer at times and remember that I told you:

This blog is not here to be kind or supportive to anyone but myself. And, I’m rarely kind to myself. It is not here to uplift; it is here as the only form of therapy and processing I currently have at my disposal. This means that I will at times hurt people I love, like, or care about through my words and depictions. This means I will offend people that I have or have never met. I’m okay with that, because I have to be. I need this too much.

I will be writing about my life. That includes family, friends, co-workers, sisters, parents. This includes my husband, son, ex-husband, and people in line at the grocery store. If you don’t think you can handle it, it’s not a judgment about you should you decide to not read this blog anymore. It’s not a measure of strength. In fact, I encourage you to look out for your own better interest.

If you don’t like it, please, just don’t read it. I’m real, and I’m honest, and I’m really honest. But that doesn’t mean I’m entitled to keep comments on here that bother the shit out of me. (Oh, side note, I curse. Frequently. I have one Mormon friend, I’m not sure how she puts up with me.) I’ll delete any comments that I just don’t feel benefit me at the moment. Sure, later I might wish I hadn’t – but – oh well.

Ce la vie.

*Disclaimer: This disclaimer may be added to at a regular basis. Thanks.