Aside from Dexter peeing all over the floor in Aldi last night, something else unpleasant happened.
I bumped into someone from my past. It definitely wasn’t a “shit I caught their eye” moment, I was quite happy to have a short conversation with her whilst Dexter pulled down all the cornflake packets from the shelf. I’d not seen her in a very long time but I knew she had 2 kids.
I asked about her children and what ages they were. I said how lucky she was to be able to do the shopping without a toddler, let alone 2. She didn’t laugh. She then mentioned my blog. She said that she read it most of the time and thought I had too much time on my hands to be able to paint a perfect picture of my life. She said she wished she could have the luxury to do something like that but with 2 kids in tow she never got the time.
I didn’t really know what to say, I was more angry than upset.
I would love to walk in her shoes for a day. To have the luxury, the gift of having 2 beautiful children. I’m happy with my baby boy but long, so very much to extend our family.
I don’t care what she thinks about the content of my blog, no one is forcing her to read it. This blog is something I enjoy doing and I really don’t intend to change for anyone, unless of course they are paying A LOT.
She’s now un-friended from my Facebook (I know that’s commitment huh?)
Some people are just born nasty.
Thanks for reading
Mummy over and out