Poor Thing! It's NOT About You (And Never Will Be)

Hey World and my #1 Hater,

I need to take a quick break from writing to address a PROBLEM. It has come to my attention that a former friend has been reading my blog and she has come to the INSANE conclusion that "Fight to Love" is a story that I am writing about her.

PAUSE. INSERT 30 MINUTES OF UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER.

Seriously? Yeah. She has gone as far as to contact people, on their jobs, that don't even know me (OR HER), to tell them that I have taken the time to write a story about her. She is someone that I haven't even seen or heard from in years..... And everybody that knows me or has read the story would know, that is so far from the truth!!!!! I thought it was a JOKE when my BFF called me and told me what this chick did and how she was acting childishly. I ignored it then, but her persistence is becoming an issue.

I love to write and do it whenever I have the free time to do it. So trust me, you never crossed my mind when I started writing. Yes, it is a HUGE coincidence that your ex's names are Jay and Carlos. Pretty common names - don'tcha think? LOL! I could see if your man's name was Rutherford, DeVonte, Mandela or something UNCOMMON and I used those names - but that is not the case. I could also see if ANY of your men were fine, tall, dark and sexy - BUT THEY'RE NOT!!!! LMAO!

PAUSE. INSERT 30 MINUTES OF UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER.

Then, my dear readers, you also have to wonder if this crazy and deranged individual even looks or acts like Trina, has had experiences like Trina, gets paid for sex and goes shopping like Trina, can pull professional ballers like Trina or is living the life that Trina lives. Let's just say: NOT!!!!!!

So this poor thing is basically calling herself a whore that just happened to have 2 men that were named Jay and Carlos. WOW!

No - I would not normally take the time out to include this information in my blog - however - I find out TODAY that she is still insisting that I am writing about her and her men and sent one of my BFF's for LIFE a long ass email about me and this blog. Who has time to do that? A person that is obviously insecure, jealous, lonely, bored and UNEMPLOYED.

At no point have I EVER written about you, your men, or your life. And even though we aren't friends, I would not take the time to write anything negative about you until NOW. This has really gone too far and I need you to get a GRIP ON REALITY. You can thank my BFF for not giving me your phone number.

I have been writing this story for MONTHS and would never - have never - and will never include you in it. Everything is not about you. Our friendship fizzled many years ago and my life has been truly blessed ever since. I would appreciate if you would stop HATING, GOSSIPING, LYING and trying to interfere in my life. That's what little girls in high school do. By the way, you had to be stalking me on Facebook or Twitter to even find this blog. Who does that anyway????

Keep my name out your mouth and emails. Stop being pressed. I don't even hate you girl, I feel sorry for you. Life will get better, but only after you leave me the hell alone. Me and my "Dawg / BFF / Homeskillet for LIFE" were friends before I even knew you and will always be friends, no matter how much salt you are pouring in her ear. I hope you read this and comprehend, because this is the end.

Now.... back to our regularly scheduled programming.