Today I have invited Holly from Good Golly Miss Holly! to get something off her chest that she can’t do on her own blog. I have a billion drafts of my own Emo shite so I thought I would change it up a bit with some different Emo. I am always thinking of your entertainment.
Email me if you want to take a dump on my blog. Heh
This may bloody well the most self-indulgent, pitiful, little biatch post I’ve ever written but I need to get it out and after you read, you’ll know why I can’t share it on my own blog. God bless my motherfucking biatch, MB2 for offering me a place to crash until it all blows over!
It was always simply a matter of time until my big mouth, or my big words landed me in a bit of hot water.
I always anticipated it but I always expected it to stem from a ranty ravy, opinion post, maybe turn into a scrag fight over Twitter and voila – I would be the master of my very own bloggate!
Shit hit the fan this week and I landed in the hot water earlier this week but with people I (perhaps stupidly) didn’t expect – My other half, the Hairy Manchild’s family.
Cue menacing music.
In a nutshell, the background is this: For 6 months last year, we rented out our place and lived with my in-laws. To be brutally honest, it was fucking nightmare-ish. Not because of my in-laws (they are lovely), not because of anything they did (they tried to make us feel welcome) but because I struggle with change and I struggle with not being the queen of my own damn castle! And during that time, I whinged like a mofo and did what any good blogger does – I blogged the bastard out. Nothing nasty, nothing vindictive. Just an insight what I was feeling and struggling with and through that, I gained support from my community who held my hand and listened.
Through it all, there was one thing that everyone knew, no matter what I wrote or how I wrote it – I loved my in-laws but I hated living under their roof.
I have no freaking idea how MC’s family discovered my blog, there’s been some excuse given that a cousin found it by googling something about breastfeeding but yeah, I have my reservations about that – My blog, while I’ll tell you is amazeballs and should be turned into a book/sitcom/movie deal, is but a small blip on the internet … especially compared to the plethora of well known and high ranking sites which offer information on breastfeeding!
But, I digress. The URL was passed from cousin to her parents to close family friends who immediately jumped on the phone to my MIL. I can imagine the cries of “Well I never” everytime I think about the whole fucking saga.
Surprisingly, my in-laws have been a dream about bloggate but as ridiculous as it sounds, I feel like they have snooped around and read my diary. It is a given that anything written on the internet is public property and while I am more than happy to share every details of my life with complete strangers (I must have been some sort of voyeur in another life), I tend to be more reserved with people I know IRL. Many do not know I blog and the ones that do, know because I have invited them in to read.
In the past, I’ve read things on Twitter where blogger’s friends or family have read posts about themselves and kicked up a kerfuffle. The blogger’s often spoke of wanting to pull the pin on their blog and start again or just stop blogging full stop. I would think these lot were a bunch of goddamn drama queens but now I understand – While we probably have no right to, we feel exposed. Vulnerable. These past few days, I have had to hold back from what I have written, concerned for who is lurking in the shadows. Waiting for something else to pop up that they can “Well I never!” about. Needless to say, the fun in blogging is just not there when you’re as paranoid as a motherfucker!
I keep trying to remind myself to stand tall though and blog on like no one is reading or some shit. This is my reality, these are my words and the blogging community really does need all the foul-mouthed, inappropriate Mummy bloggers they can get. Snigger.