RECOVERING GRADY ADDICT

I will freely admit that I am an accomplished artist of spinning white lies. The kind you tell the cable company for sympathy so they will work with you to keep the internet and TV on. The kind that keeps bill collectors from blowing your phone up with harassing calls. The kind that spares someone's feelings when you forget their birthday. The kind that will excuse your expected presence from a family function you just don't feel up to making. Yeah, those are the little white lies I am really good at. Then there are black lies. The flat out malicious lies that ruin peoples' lives. The one's that cost people their jobs, wreck marriages, break up happy homes, tarnish reputations, turn children against parents. I could site examples, but why beat dead horses? Those lies you never recover from. Not really. You move on, but their scars are still ugly and painful. The kind of scars that never heal and go away. You spend your days trying not to dwell when you have been hurt by...

I am simply amazed at those who lack tack and diplomacy, no matter what level of dyke drama has ensued in the last three months. Two certain people feel that it is their business and right to stick their two cent's in WHERE IT DON'T FUCKING BELONG. Candice, Mike, and Matt have lost their sister. Loretta has lost a daughter. Three precious children lost a mother. And that is that. I asked my blog readers for their prayers and well wishes for this family during this tragedy. What do I get? What does this family get? VENOM! Hateful, spiteful VENOM! From two people who don't know this family, have never met any member of this family, who have no direct knowledge of the situation, and most especially don't know the events and circumstances leading up to and surrounding the situation. Ex called me Sunday, while driving to BootyCall's from West Virginia. She actually had the audacity to argue with me about how this was NEVER a murder. I am sure she was cued by BootyCall...

"It's hard to have a battle of the wits with an unarmed person, as the saying goes." I'M NOT HAVING A BATTLE WITH YOU, MY DEAR. MY WAR HAS BEEN WITH LENYA ALL ALONG. I LOST ALL RESPECT FOR YOU WHEN YOU STARTED SLUTTING AROUND AND FLIRTING WITH LENYA. I HAD NO USE FOR YOU AFTER THE NIGHT YOU INVITED LENYA OVER TO GET HER DRUNK WHILE I WAS AT WORK. PROBABLY AN ATTEMPT AT SEDUCTION, BUT THEN AGAIN I ONLY HAVE LENYA'S WORD THAT "NOTHING HAPPENED". SEE, HERE IN *LIES* THE PROBLEM (APPROPRIATE PUN). EVERYTHING HAS BEEN BASED ON LENYA'S WORD. AND THAT IS WHERE I MADE MY MISTAKE. I BELIEVED EVERYTHING SHE SAID ABOUT YOU, ABOUT THE RELATIONS BETWEEN YOU TWO, THINGS YOU SUPPOSEDLY SAID ABOUT ME AND DID MALICIOUSLY TO ME, AND HOW MUCH SHE WAS OR WAS NOT INVOLVED IN IT ALL. MAYBE THAT IS WHERE YOU ARE MAKING YOUR MISTAKE TOO. BUT ALAS, THAT WAS SUCH A BITTER PILL FOR ME TO WAKE UP AND SWALLOW ON SUNDAY. IT MAY BE FOR YOU AS WELL. "Isn't it funny how, wh...