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They openly congratulate you, often. And they watch what you do, hoping to skim any information for themselves. Then, because they can’t reach you…they try launching silent attacks…all arrows aimed at themselves.

Things have made a huge turn around in my life, but it doesn’t mean my fan club has disappeared. There are always one or two women who just can’t seem to be happy on their own accord.

I’ve been taking care of my mother recently. The once and only uterine cancer has now spread to her lungs – both are advanced. I don’t mind helping her. Things have shifted in the family, the transition will leave a different mark on me. A positive one.

She can’t get around, we’re using depends. A commode comes soon, from a family friend. We don’t speak much, enough to get things done for her.

But this blog isn’t about my mother and how cruel she can be. It is a public service announcement. And hopefully, uplifting to some.

Your opinion of me doesn’t matter, and it never will. Your misery will not bring ruin to my life, but it has yours. And the jealousy you’re harboring will only harm you in the end.

However clever people think they are…to take shots at someone because you are unhappy, and then to post about it, suggests you wish you were in my position (or someone else’s…)

To take time out of your day, thinking you’re so clever, and keen…only to be where you started in the first place, speaks volumes about your intelligence.

Then you’ll come right back to my blogging site, or my accounts…and you’ll admire the view, while “secretly” loathing your own existence. Please go get therapy…

It’s never anyone in my age group, hardly. It’s typically older women who think they’ve wasted their life. If you’re still alive – it wasn’t wasted. At any point in time, you can try something new.

But let’s start with not comparing ourselves to someone we will never be – or understand. Forget what I’ve gone through, or had to do endure to get here. I’ve almost died three times, I have systemic lupus, and have lived quite an interesting life. Your so called silent shots in my direction were immediately laughed at. Reading my posts and going through my accounts, but not retaining anything is questionable. It means you have comprehension issues.

Today, as you ready yourself, no change will be apparent. You’ll still be the person who chose to showcase their demise. That must be fun.

Did it make you rich? Does your coffee taste better knowing someone you don’t know is doing better than you without trying to hurt you?

I hope every word sticks to you like clingy plastic film. You know, the one riddled with static electricity, and you have trouble discarding it? That type.

Because clearly, I’ve made such an impression, you had to say something.

Anything.

Or perhaps, wisdom is beneath you.

Seems that way.