The fire from her venomous Dragon mouth kept
burning me. But proudly I kept my composure.
Blame it on the hormones; blame it on reaching
a point of being fed up and succumbing to my weaknesses. But I did finally
blow. The Day I succumbed to her constant harassment and intimidation. My day
of weakness, a day whereby she got control over me.
How it began: I am South enjoying a vacation
with my son and my parents. I get a text message from Max. “Carmen is freaking out. She said you posted
a profile picture of Jessie and Caden on Facebook. She is saying you gotta take
it off.”
Well tell her to grow up and worry about more
important things in life. I am not taking the picture down. It is a super cute
Halloween picture of my son with his friend, who happens to be you daughter,
you Dragon freak. Get over it. Really? And it is ok for your Dragoness
girlfriend to post a profile picture of her and your daughter and Max doesn’t
seem to mind. Oh right, he is sane. You are not.
“I
told her to mind her own business hun...” And what did she say I asked?
“She just said...ok, if she wants to
play games, I can too”.
Game? If I knew I was playing a game, I maybe
would have geared up for it.
He adds "I did remind her of the picture Beth posted of her and Jessie".
And her quick response...”Its’
different, we live together”.
Oh, forgot there is one set of rules for you
Dragon dear, and another for the rest of the world.
The next day I get another text from Max. “I got a text from Stacey, she says there is
a goofy picture of you on Carmen’s Facebook page and her making all these
comments about you”.
So I do some digging. A mutual “friend” sends me the pictures and comments. Are you serious? You do need a serious dose of growing up Dragon. Where did she get that picture of me? I have her blocked. Then I remember.
A couple months previous Max tells me that
Carmen comes by to get Jessie after his visit with her and she asks if she
could borrow his camera as she forgot hers at home and she is on her way to
swimming with Jessie. He willingly provides her with the camera unknowing what
her sly plans are. She shows up a day or so later and hands Max his camera. She
says “See who you are dating...just
take a look at how crazy she is”. Max looks through the pictures. Carmen
had taken pictures of the computer screen, pictures of me having fun with some
friends laughing and being goofy, pictures she acquired from my Facebook page.
Well, weeks pass and these pictures show up
again, this time as a means of publicly ridiculing me, an attempt by the Dragon
at humiliation. Apparently she saved these pictures to her computer and decided
to use them publicly. Really?
The picture she chose to post as her Facebook
profile: me telling a story at a friend’s birthday party at a restaurant, with
a goofy face. The picture was followed by the following comment..."you put my daughters picture on
your FB stat pic... 2 can play. Carmen 1...Loser 0.”
Again, really? How old are you? A 30+ woman and “Mother” of one
acting this way? And some of her "followers" whom are
apparently as equally immature responded with "likes" to this
ridiculous juvenile effort.
Minimal blood boiling that day. Chalked it up as another Dragon moment. Who is the loser Dragon?
I head home from my vacation. First night home
I take Caden to swimming. Well, well, there is the Dragon Mobile in the parking
lot with the Dragon in the front seat smoking her cigarette, blowing it out of
the crack of her window. Why is she sitting in her car filling her lungs with
chemicals when she should be inside watching Jessie swimming? Oh yes, she cares
about only one person - and that is herself.
I enter the arena. I immediately get a text.
Its Max...”you must have just passed
Carmen. She just sent me a text saying that you are a crazy driver, and wish I
could see how F’ed up you are”.
Really? Can't you just sit back and enjoy your cancer stick and leave me alone Dragon.
I get into the arena. Beth, Carmen's puppet of a girlfriend, is with Jessie in the pool area. No Carmen to be found, apparently still out enjoying her cigarette, making comments about me to Max, clueless to the wellbeing of her daughter.
Caden sees Jessie in the pool area and runs
over to say hello to Jessie. They are so cute together, brings a smile to my face.
He wanted to say hello just getting back from Florida and away for a week.
But apparently Beth has been carefully instructed by the Dragon to not
allow any communication as she immediately pulls Jessie by her arm and away
from Caden and I. Caden looks up at me with this look of confusion. My blood
immediately boils over. All of the above must have just simmered and simmered
to the point of explosion.
I take Caden by the hand and follow Beth and
Jessie into the change room. I start my rant: “how dare you pull Jessie away,
and funny how you continue to act as Carmen’s puppet when 2 months ago Carmen
was willing to throw you to the curb if Max took her back"...bla bla bla.
I stop. What am I doing? Who am I? I gain my composure and walk out of the
change room and into the pool area. I hand Caden over to his instructor. I
break down into tears. I am shaking. What just happened?
I didn't sleep that night. I failed. I lost my composure and stooped to the Dragon's level. She gained control over me that day. Oh and did she have a mouthful for Max after all that. Oh yes, and apparently Jessie was so traumatized that she just couldn't make it to swimming the following week. Oh please stop with the dramatization. Funny how Jessie made no mention to us of her concerns two days later when she was at Max's for her regular access.
I find out a month later that I am pregnant. I
would have been around 4-weeks at the time this “breakdown” of mine occurred.
I would like to blame the hormones. But I will also admit that the continued
burning by the Dragon and her entourage finally got to me.
The day after this occurrence at the
arena I spoke with my family doctor. I told him everything. He advised me to
seek legal or criminal action. This woman will not stop unless some else
advises her too.
Yeah right! NOTHING will stop her.
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