Sunday, March 14, 2010
Grow a set...
I got a couple of hate comments on my last post. I'm not going to dwell on this for too long, but some of my tweeps were asking me what the hate comments were regarding. I kinda wish I hadn't been so rash in emotion this morning and had left 'em on here, they would be good for a laugh now that I'm in a happier, more zen, more secure state of mind.
The jist of it was this:
One commenter mentions that D and I should take some time to sort out our problems before having a child. This is something we are currently doing, and what I mention in a couple of posts in the past are that I have doubts which I need to quench before going forward with IUI #1. (and that there are financial issues which also need to get resolved.)
This comment was not the issue.
When I read on my heart did a pitter patter.
I'm not one for confrontations.
And the comment started with the B word.
My temper flared right away. I read on.
It continued to say that the above commenter was right, I am not fit to be a mother (which was not what she said at all), D and I should separate immediately and that I am a pathetic loser because I'm obviously in an abusive relationship and refuse to leave. And that people like me deserve to be shot.
That's me, sitting on my couch at 7:30am on a Sunday morning with my jaw hanging off it's hinge.
Why would anyone say these things to me???
I read on.
Next comment, also anonymous:
'Oh Yah, I hope that when you get pregnant you have a miscarriage right at the end of your pregnancy.'
I SHIT YOU NOT.
So I deleted them, like the good little pacifist that I am.... and sulked off to vent on twitter. But then I thought, "THIS IS MY BLOG!" and my friends re-in-forced.... "THAT'S NA-VE'S BLOG!" and so I retorted.
Because the stupid anonymous commenter is a Mrs. Scaredy-Pants who comments mean things anonymously. And I say "Mrs." because to make a statement like the last comment she left is very distinctly female. Like - she would want said miscarriage to be as painful as it could possibly be by making it so that I carried almost to term before losing my miracle baby. Men can be cruel, but not that viciously cruel.
I wish I knew who the commenter was - I'd send her a vat of testosterone so that she could physically grow a set and actually have the kahunas that it takes to throw those kinds of comments into cyberspace and back them up when the person defends themselves.
After all, insulting someone who can't even defend them self is like Arnold Schwarzenegger beating up a little old lady.