I really am trying to get to WWHL. But I clicked on an email en route from some guy named Jon. Jon has questions. So let me help Jon out:
Why do you continue to blog?
You hate the shows. You hate the people on the shows
You hate your readers.
You hate your commenters.
Even though your reviews sucked
The commenters were worth reading
Until you ran off all the fun and interesting ones.
Just stop all ready.
Thanks for the question, Jon. I continue to blog because I enjoy it most of the time. I enjoy it despite fucktards like you who seem to think my site should conform to you for your reading pleasure. I enjoy it and I am learning to set boundaries. I enjoy it because I am my own boss and I do this site on my own terms.
I had the most fun recapping RHOBH tonight than I have had in MONTHS. Want to know why that is Jon? Because out of the hundreds of emails I have to sort through each day, including those lovely people like you who email to tell me that I suck, can’t spell, and am in generally functionally illiterate, there have been for some time a LARGE majority of people telling me about their magnesium levels, their suicidal idealizations, their issues with their mother, their husband who killed himself, the fire that burned their home down, a tornado, a flood, the rare disease their kid has, their brother who stole the rent money, and for the largest percent, the older women my age that are struggling because their diagnosis is depression, chronic fatigue, chronic lyme, fibromyalgia, or whatever their doctor pats them on the head and says they have. Those people emailed me twenty times a day because they relate to me. I tried to be supportive. It seems they all thought I was their only friend. So the emailed me 99 times a day.
IT WAS A LOT. No really. Like A LOT. You have no idea A LOT.
They relate to me because I don’t have a really strong support system either. And I don’t want to rely to strangers on line. Though I did. HARD this last week or so. And I was lucky to have that person. I would not have been able to have gotten the health care I needed without her.
But I do not want to be her best friend. I do not have it in me to be a best friend. That is my failure not hers. I thought I could help some people with some emails. THAT WAS A MISTAKE. I was overwhelmed. I found myself saying things like, “Oh sure, maybe I will come to your house for the holidays/ meet your mother/ stop by if I am in the neighborhood/etc” I will not do any of those things. I do not want to meet you, or anyone else. I was trying to be nice. Then the stalking started.
I thought I could do Internet. I like Internet. I can turn you on and off. Internet is good. Real life is bad.
What bothers me is that I befriended people within my abilities. I had surgery recently. The day before I went into surgery I was kinda of scared. Much like many people here, I don’t have a lot of people to talk to. I had been emailing with “the everso kind and wonderful Cat” for a bit. I really liked her. She and I seemed to be in similar situations.
Cat was a polarizing figure here. Which added to my email count. It was a mix of PLEASE BAN CAT she is always counting out her last bean and discussing how she can’t watch any shows and may die before her next welfare check because she opted to feed her cats instead. I loved Cat. Commenters asked me how can we send her money, food, a functioning tablet? I was the headmistress of the latter group. I recently spoke with Cat on the phone and pointed out her popularity (sort of) and mentioned that people really wanted to help her be able to eat all 31 days of the month and be online. I mentioned that ions ago I had offered to buy her a basic tablet to get online. She declined saying her disability would deduct it. I mentioned trying several ways to help her, she laughed and said she didn’t remember any of that. I remember feeling like I was dealing with someone who was um perhaps suffering from memory problems. But this was dear, sweet Cat. I mean what could go wrong?
Then there the cat rescue thing. suddenly she had a gofundme somewhere for that. I’d been trying to help her buy a tablet and, you know, eat for quite some time but that would fuck up her check. No worries about her disability with the cat rescue plan though. Since the “cat rescue” Cat has never “run out of money,”
Around this time, TeeCee started talking shit about her. I should have listened. But I didn’t.
Actually, as I sit here today I see several times I should have listened to TeeCee and I didn’t. She’s actually a very good judge of character. But that is another life lesson I have learned in the past month or so. It’s been a difficult but enlightening month. On many personal levels.
If I drop dead tonight, I’d like my tombstone to read, ” I should have listened to TC.” But that is a whole nuther talk show.
Two days before I had my first surgery, I was scared. I drank a lot. I called Cat. She was kind. I felt better. I am pretty sure this was our first or second conversation. We had not spoken much. I had wanted to help her for a long time. I mentioned that I had offered to buy her a tablet, send her money whatever I could do and she claimed not to remember any of that. Weird. I offered once again to try and get her cable situation worked out. Like me, Cat lives alone ( I am not sure I even believe that anymore) and has survived cancer ( I am thankful that did not happen to me, but my sister died of breast cancer. My random mention of this will make sense later.) How could you not want to help her? I wanted to help. So the day before my surgery, I spent several hours with Time Warner, her cable company trying to find someone who might help me do a nice thing in the spirit of Christmas to get her back up and running. Time Warner people are ASSHOLES who told me that it would be around $600. No one wanted to help. I did notice that SPECTRUM who is my cable company seems to have purchased Time Warner. They were super cool from the beginning. They told me she could just reapply once their equipment got put in and the client was fully theirs. I don’t know if you have ever tried to talk to a cable company, but they are assholes and it is very time consuming. I think the last website related person I contacted was Cat saying I am sorry I could not get your shit turned back on but Time Warner is being bought out and if we wait, you can just sign up again.
The day before my surgery, I shot Cat, the ever so kind and lovable Cat an email, to let her know I was leaving, I was off to stay with another person who very kindly offered to put me up in her home for a couple nights, take me to surgery and care for me. A random person who rarely posts here. Without her, I would not have been able to have surgery. She also allowed me to bring my dog. She is a saint.
Cat was LITERALLY the last person I spoke too online before I left.
So off I went. Afraid, and pretty bitchy. As it turns out, she didn’t know my hostess did not know her own Wifi code. So I was offline for two days. I decided this was probably for the best. As it turns out, it was some sort of divine intervention.
I’m not sure what was happened next. I was not here. But from what it looks like to me Cat was playing hostess to every commenter. This pissed off TeeCee and some shit went down.
I would like to make it VERY clear here that dear, sweet, Cat, knew that I was in surgery and that Tee Cee is not me. Yet she inflamed some random thoughts by idiots that we might me. Cat fueled the flames.
Pandemonium broke out.
When I came home, all of the people who had been emailing me the temperature of their twats every day, all of the people who had been screaming things like “please love me! I am sure you have the same medical issue I do! I will not rest until you like me and you get your parathyroid checked, I will pay for the tests!. the person, who I confided that I was going to Paris for Christmas and that I was struggling with going after the mass shooting in November of 2015, who begged me to come to their house instead, all of the people I had invested time in, all of those people were the ones that sent 25 emails a day about their issues were pissed at me. And that included people I considered friends. And I called and spoke to on the phone. I can count on one hand people I have spoken to on the phone from this site.
So anyway, I come home from surgery to a shit ton of hate mail. But not the usual hate mail. The “how could you do this to Cat? Hate mail.
Which brings me back to Cat.
Dear sweet Cat. As soon as I was back home I reached out to her immediately. I told her that I thought TeeCee was probably reacting to the person who was trying to send me well wishes on my surgery. Apparently I was wrong. Cat’s response was to screech at me that she had blocked me. I am not really sure what she thought she blocked me from, but I just sent her an email like I normally would and she accused me of setting up a new… I don’t even remember what. I just emailed her.
I would like to point out, she knew I was going to be away for surgery, and I could not possibly have been TeeCee. Oh that dear sweet Cat. TeeCee had already done told me she was trouble.But I would not listen. Cat is counting out three beans and half a protein bar every month on my blog. Stop being such a bitch, I’d tell Tee Cee and the others. It’s hard being a lone female, I would defend her.
So I am about to send you all to a link. That lovely Calm chick, she is the lunatic who has LITERALLY been screaming at me for five fucking years to get my parathyroid checked, she will pay for it, she knows that is my issue and I will be healed like she is if I just let her do this. I am not kidding. It;s all aday every day. And then if you go back on this site, she disagrees with EVERYONE about EVERYTHING that wa ever her. She is the contrarian on EVERY FUCKING TOPIC.
Every1BeCalm has her wordpress in her login. Or did. This is some chick with some sort of parathyroid issue. I know this because she has been screaming at me to get my parathyroid checked since 2011. I am not kidding. I am not exaggerating. “IT IS YOUR PARATHYROID! HERE ARE MY MAGNESIUM LEVELS~ I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO FIX YOU! ” FOR FIVE YEARS. FIVE YEARS.
And yes, I have cried on the phone to Hannah Rose. I thought she was a nice lady too. In 2015 I went to Paris for Christmas. Just before that, there was a terrorist attack. I didn’t mention this on the site but I did speak to Hannah, dear sweet Hannah about it. So after talking to her while drinking about my tickets to Paris being nonrefundable, I said, I probably should just come to your house. Then the next day, she had practically set up a parade to her house as if she was hosting a celebrity in her home. I never asked to go to butt fuck Egypt to spend Christmas with people I did not know. I have family. I love my family. I do not want to spend Christmas with my family.I do not drive the 12 miles to my family’s Christmas. I had tickets to Paris. I did not ask spend Christmas with Hannah. I DID tell her she was being creepy and stalkerish but threaten to send her husband down to get me. She was scary.
Just before I left, I spoke with someone about making up with their mother before you don’t have one anymore to make up with. Emails were exchanged. Things went well. I was so happy to have helped.
SHE IS THERE.
Where? Well Every1Becalm or whatever had a link in her profile here for the past five years. I’ve deleted over 1.100 0f her comments here. I am not able to stay awake for a whole day yet. She is the one that will not shut the fuck up about her whatever health problem and how I need to get my parathyroid checked. It’s been years of PARATHYROID, PARATHYROID why don’t you check your PARATHYROID. YEARS. I have so many e-mails it will most definitely be in my book.
So those people. The people that sucked hours of my day every goddamn day of my goddamn life, are here, at a site I think should be called THE BASKET OF INSUFFERABLES.
If you would like to follow their health journeys, please, click on to that site. There you will find Cat, CAT!!!!!! That one chick everyone thought was so cool, the very last person I email on my way to surgery saying that she has dug up my sisters obituary, posting her full name, passing around a photo and making a comment about her “whiteness.” Minky, pretending like she isn’t Minky yet saying that she is mocking my surgery, and yes, once again my involvement in a police sting saying “no one had a gun to her head” which was basically what she said when I first attempted to share my experience on Daily Tea.
You will also find the woman who I have been talking through a reuniting with her mother, That she told me went well and thanked me for making he understand that once your mama dies, she’s dead,
And others. You can go look for yourselves.
I’m just telling you, Jon. I’m just a fat old lady with no one who tried to help other old ladies with no one. That was a fucking mistake. I went off to get surgery and came back to all of those old ladies pissing on my face.
So no Jon, I do not like my commenters. I do not want a relationship with them. I am thrilled I no longer have to get daily reports on their medical condititons. I hope Cat, Every1bcalm, and all the rest of them die in a fire.
And I will continue to blog because THAT IS WHAT I LIKE TO DO. What I will NOT do is try to help any of the fucktards here. EVER. Again.
Does this answer your question, Jon? Now run along, eat shit and die.
I don’t have the emotional fortitude to read this for editorial reasons, but it occurs to me I never mentioned what Cat , dear sweet Cat, did to me.
I guess you will see it there, but she ran around bragging on looking for things to attack me on.
Did I mention, the last person I spoke to online before I went under was, “dear sweet Cat?” well, at some point while I was having surgery and before I got home to my house, “dear sweet Cat had decided I was Tee Cee and that made it okay for her to hunt down everything she could find on me.
Know what you can find on me? my sisters obit. Which she has spent the last few days passing around.
I get it. I made a mistake trying to help, “dear sweet Cat.”
But let me just tell you ONE MORE TIME. I am an old lonely woman who went for my first surgery. I practically hired someone to come care about me. She was kind enough to let me bring my dog, who was BITTEN IN THE FUCKING FACE by her dog the previous night. There was driving on sidewalks and tons of fear. AND NO INTERNET ACCESS.
So I finally get home and EVERY FUCKING PERSON I HAVE BEEN CODDLING FOR AGES IS FURIOUS WITH ME FOR SOMETHING I SAID.
You know, while I was having surgery.
Dear sweet Cat needs to die in a fire.
You don’t go stomping through people’s dead relatives over perceived shit that happened when they were not even conscious.
I hope you die, dear, sweet Cat. I really do. Dragging my dead sister into this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been in many online groups, many of them are mentioned at the link. And none of them are as low as you.
Please kill yourself so I can discuss the photo on your obituary you horribly disgusting piece of shit.
No wonder all my friends said there is a reason all your friends hate you. You suck.