Angst, with a healthy side o’drama, please!

So I’ve been editing a bit tonight, something I do just for me and Darlin who’s begging me for more on an hourly basis now. *L* She’s not read the end of it, see, and she’s hooked. So I made her help edit, so she can finally find out how it all ends. Of course, there’s still things that are changing, rearranging and some timeline issues I still have to work out – but overall, the editing is going pretty well.

I have a friend in Sweden who’s actually got a publisher who wants to look at it right away too. Of course, this is a Swedish publisher, so that’s a little different and odd to me, but at least *someone* is wanting to look at it, right? If he wants to see it, I’m sure that more localized people will want too as well. At least that’s what I’m hoping.

I’m considering consolidating some chapters, expanding others, and there’s part of one I may chuck all together. I’ve come to the conclusion that the writing of the story is the EASY part. It’s the editing that will kill ya!

And still – I beg ya – help me get a new monitor! for free!

It started this morning when Christa posted a ventage session on her journal. A journal that I have linked here, as well as on my portfolio site because I did the layout on it, and such. A link that if people know something is going to piss them off, or know that they, or someone they love have had problems with this person should likely not go and read, right? Ah – but curiosity, it is the spice of life, right? This is what we live for, it’s what gets us through our days. That’s why we blog, after all, isn’t it? To see what people are saying about other people, to catch a glimpse into their life, to see how they feel, what they’re doing, how they react to situations. We’re all voyeurs, we’re all exhibitionists – and here is where we can do that in relative anominity, giving away only exactly how much we want too.

So part of Christa’s entry involved her past with my sister. She used my sister’s first name. Now – who found it first, is up for debate, because I heard about it from my mother. It doesn’t matter if she or the sister read it first, it was read, they discussed it, and I got a call dragging my lazy ass out of bed. Now, the request was that she not use the sister’s name. No problem, that can be changed. There wasn’t anything mentioned about censorship, or anything else of the like. No, it was simply – can we not use her name?

So I said I’d take care of it. And I did. I called Christa and talked to her and she said sure – she’d take the name off, no problem. I thanked her, she did so, and stupid me, I thought that would be the end of it.

Sometimes I’m so fucking optimistic. Sometimes I give them way too much credit. Sometimes I simply hold way too much hope that this time – THIS time, they’ll not open the can’o’dramaqueen and duke it out.

The following comments to the posts in question popped up shortly after the name change:

Author : barbara
you see, Christa – the problem is not that it is your site and people
are reading it and stuff – the PROBLEM is that when you use real life
names you are setting yourself up for a lawsuit of libel and slander. If
it directly affects you, things can be said, but when it is your
suppositions and such, then things don’t necessarily need to be said.

If you want the real skinny on kin and such, feel free to contact me –
but, then, you’ve already heard the truth, whether you want to think so
or not. That is your prerogative.

And then when Christa fought back with a “I’ll say what I want, you don’t HAVE to read this” post – the following.

Author : barbara
I don’t intend to argue with you, but you obviously did not read my
comment correctly – I am not LS – nor am I the person you defamed in your
previous post. And – reading or not – well, that’s sort of up to me,
isn’t it? Google libel and come up with the answers to your questions

*bangs. head. on. desk*

[and for the record, since she did NOT use full names, she is not libel. there are 80million people who have my sister’s first name. My sister would have to take responsibility for something in order to decide that Christa was deflamatory and libel and do something about it. Oh and THAT won’t happen, will it? That’s too close to saying that someone else was RIGHT. *smirk*]

So I shoot Mom an email- something along the lines of “if you ask me to take care of something give me the TIME TO DO SO” Yeah, I shoulda just stopped before hitting send, but obviously the whole failing to keep one’s mouth shut is a family trait. heh.

About this time, the sis pops online. I say nothing for a moment – then finally give her the same message. “NO MORE FUCKING DRAMA! if you or anyone else asks me to take care of something – for fuckssake LET ME DO SO.”

She? in a sure-fire way to REALLY increase my ire – plays dumb. Look, sis? I was NOT born yesterday. I didn’t fall off the stupid truck. I’ve been dealing with you and mom’s ploys for a VERY LONG TIME. I knew you knew. and no amount of very dry “I don’t know what your going on about, care to explain?” will convince me differently. Which is why I went away and took a shower instead of bowing to your whims. So nyah.

Then. of course. is the call from mom. The guilt trip call. Oh no, those aren’t MY words – but hers. “I’m not trying to lay – well no, I am trying to lay a guilt trip on you….” good fucking god. Will you people PLEASE NOTICE THAT IN THE ISSUE AT HAND I HAVE NOT, NOR WILL I, TAKE SIDES! I am VERY very VERY carefully NOT SAYING ANYTHING. Yes I have my own bloody opinion, but I sure as FUCK am not going to open that can of worms.

You see – Mom threw the “she will be your sister forever. Christa is just a friend.” card at me. Amazingly enough – though family is family and blood is thicker then water and all that other shit, that does not automatically make me responsible for jumping in kicking ass and taking names in every little situation, especially one in which I have carefully avoided saying ANYTHING in.

I finally blew up. Told mom I was sick of the fucking Drama, that everyone needed to grow the fuck up, let it go and GET OVER IT. She called me a drama queen too – I told her I was not the one drudging up the past, like oh – the fact that my VERY OWN SISTER spreads rumors suggesting that my youngest child is not my husbands, but HER EX-husbands!

YEah – but even THEN when she first started this rumor, I was expected to suck it up because she was my sister. Well you know what?

FUCK YOU ALL AND YOUR GODDAMN HYPOCRITAL MORAL HIGH HORSE YOU RODE IN ON! Grow the FUCK UP already. Jesus. fucking. christ.

And the last word, in the form of the beginning of Mom’s entry tonight:

There are some things you just don’t write about – things you don’t do – that is, if you are (as all of you all ARE) a responsible blogger.

You don’t name names – either first or last – if you have any thought whatsoever that someone in that person’s family might be reading your words.

You don’t say defamatory things about people – when you know that such things will hurt – the person, their family, their friends.

You don’t hide behind your apparently self-given right to hurt people because you have been hurt by someone else and, after all, it is YOUR place to vent so vent you will, by golly.

You don’t do these things because you are a basically well-mannered person.

or do you?

Apparently? You do.

ARGH!