Hardcore regular readers here are a small but mighty group of people who are mostly my personal friends. Most of you are other small bloggers, friends from my past and present, some of you are rock-star bloggers, friends I have made over the internet, and mysterious people who have IP addresses from cool amazing places that I have not visited in a long time.
Believe it or not friends, I suddenly have MANY new readers and I am not sure they are really interested in me, food allergies, ADHD, sensory issues, punk rock, or dive bartending. You might all be here to read about expressive/receptive language disorder, but I doubt it. You are here because my crime is to be friends with someone you all love to hate. I have many friends and all don’t live exactly the way I live and I love them for all of their wonderful and not so wonderful qualities. No one is perfect, yes, even me. I am very happy to wallow in my imperfections, be a bit non traditional, and live happily ever after while kicking ass for my kids.
I don’t have ads, nor and I seeking fame and fortune from blogging. I support my friends in all their endeavors and I support them in following their dreams. Wanna snark on me, go ahead I really don’t care because I am no one. Eventually you all will go away and leave me to my hobby. A hobby that has given me an outlet and time for myself everyday, a hobby that has created part time jobs for me here and there which I find amazing, I have found support in both the allergy community and the developmental disabilities community. Without these people I would have so little support because I can’t throw myself into one group and feel supported, and really I am not sure I can give so much to my kids and run around to groups all over the place so I copped out and decided to blog.
It hurts me to read what you have said about people I care for in real life. A family I have watched bloom. People who I have watched go from bar fly’s, to happier healthier people, and eventually parents. I watched my friend struggle with infertility as I had an unplanned pregnancy. She supported me through that time even though she was in so much pain herself. She was woman enough to hold the baby after he was born. When she lost her sons there were times she could not even look at my kids but I understood because that is what a friend does. As they grew she has supported me in their needs. Reminding me that at times I need to get out of my bubble of special needs and bartending and see real life friends. Her struggles with her Mom leave me shaking because I know I could never live with my 80 year old abusive mother and I respect the help she has given her Mom through her mountain of health issues. Her daughter is a sweet kid who my boys adore.
You can say what you want, that I befriended a crazy person, that I have poor judgement, that I am crazy too. Bring it. I am the only one who has to live this life and I am great with where and who I am. I have been judged harshly by others before and I will be judged again.