She's hitting the fan.

Drama seems to cling to me like glue.
A year ago I met a woman I thought would be great friend material.
I didn't listen to the warnings - She is super jealous, of everything. She has anger problems. She lies. She has knock down drag out fights with her husband every time they throw a shindig (fortnightly), her husband is a sleazebag.
Nope I didn't listen, I went in blinded by her pretty hair and bright smile.
Silly me.

We met at our local hang out, for the first few months she was funny, charming, helpful and friendly.
We shared life stories and hopes, we spent weekends together and our kids formed bonds. We went away for a weekend with our hubby's and had a ball.
And then I began noticing what was lurking beneath the surface.
Constant gossip and judgement, lies after lies, having to pick up the bill whenever we went out, her drama breakdowns, the way she abused any woman who came near The Daddy Man, yes MY Daddy Man, her wine on a beer budget, her cruelness, the way she ignored and spoke to her kids.
The list is endless and exhausting.

I began having doubts about our friendship. I don't handle needy very well. I call a spade a spade. I will go to the ends of the earth for my dearest, but expect the same. I take people at face value and expect to be able to trust.

One evening her and i went out to our local hang out, shit went down and i decided i was done.
With the whole situation.
She took offence and started screaming at me in front of everyone.
I was horrified, I'm not used to hostile situations.
I made a hasty exit and stayed away from our local hangout, for a few weeks.
By the following day my phone was full of abusive text messages and phone call attempts.
I didn't want a bar of it, I wasn't going to forgive.

Days turned into weeks and I woke up at 3am one morning to hearing who i assumed were my neighbours fighting. It was her, standing out the front of my house hurling abuse. I made formal complaints and my stress levels grew.
I decided i needed to do some soul searching and became quite a recluse. I didn't go socialising so much.
I felt down and sad. How did something good turn into something so shit??
The rumours started, and i heard snippets. I became the biggest subject in her life. I kept it as my business, I didn't fuel rumours, but people did contact me saying she was notorious for this behaviour. She had done it before and will do it again.
People I thought were friends, faded away. Slowly I learnt who was to be treasured and who not.
I was sad.

One day I decided I was over it, Who the hell was she to stop me from doing the things i enjoyed. Her psychotic power was over ruling my life and I hated it. I picked myself up, dusted myself off and thought fuck you!
I began socialising again, ignored the lies and focused on my happiness.
Saturday night The Daddy Man and I went to our local hangout to celebrate my birthday (its tomorrow peeps :P). To me the crap was over, I assumed we had both moved on. My philosophy is: if you don;t like someone, don't talk to them.

And then I heard the kicker.
 People started asking me how I was going?. It was in a way that they slanted their heads and looked at my stomach. I felt odd. Have I grown some large tumour and haven't noticed? Are people seeing something I cannot? And then it came out.

Nosey Acquaintance: So when are you due?
Me: Due what?? uni??
Nosey Acquaintance: No the baby, you would be about 6 months now, wouldn't you?
Me: *Shock face* What the hell are you talking about?
Nosey Acquaintance: Aren't you pregnant?
Me: No who the crap told you that??
Nosey Acquaintance: Oh *bitch face* did, she said you are pregnant to her husband.

My world was feeling rocky, I walked off startled and asked a few other people if that was what they had heard. All the while sculling my beers like a mad lady.
Apparently they wondered why I was drinking...while being up the stick.

I think Round Two has began, I will be her favourite subject for a long time to come.
Although I am furious and flabbergasted, I have decided to laugh. Are people really this delusional? I wont react (aside from this blog post, I needed to vent a little). I will continue on my day like I have since this started.
After all I have a baby to prepare for....right?

Chookie man (Jman)

Nearly 6 years ago I gave birth to you.
 I got very sick afterwards.

 Within a few months of becoming your mummy I went back to work. The Daddy Man stayed home and played with you, fed you, changed you and did all the things I should of. But I couldn't. I had a very evil sickness inside me called postnatal depression. It made me believe stupid things and feel the saddest feelings. I don't remember alot about the first year of your life. The evil sickness made me forget special little memories that a mummy should never forget.

 When you turned one, my evil sickness went away. We moved house, you started to walk, you started to talk, your smile was infectious. But when you hurt yourself you didn't cry for mummy, when you had things to announce you didn't tell mummy,you didn't come to me for cuddles and you didn't like food i made. You saw The Daddy Man as your mummy and that made me very sad.

 We had your sister 18 months after you were born and mummy did okay. I didn't get as sick and I didn't work. The Daddy Man went off to work. You got very cranky at me because I didn't do things like he did, You yelled at me often and got into everything within reach. You wanted your daddy...who was your mummy.

 Your little brother was born when you were 3 and a half. Mummy got sick again but not as sick as when I had you. You and I got to know one another slowly, we went shopping together and played with transformers and your abundance of lightening mcqueen toys. You let me push you on the swings and laughed when I tickled your belly. You gave me cuddles and we went for eye and ear tests together. Mummy got better slowly and our love bloomed. You still threw tantrums that made my ears drums cringe, but you let me cuddle you and calm you down.

 Just before you turned 5 you started school. You hated school. You loved to learn but hated doing that at school. Half way through the year The Daddy Man and i spoke with you teacher, we walked away proud that you were in the top 5 students of your grade. We were told about how you make others laugh and hug them when they are sad. She told us about your gorgeous personality (which we knew about anyway) and how you made her smile everyday. I watched you do puzzles in class calmly and laughed at your creative collages. I am so proud.

 Mummy is nearly all better and you are amazing. I love how close we are now.

•  I love the way you say my name and ask for cuddles.
•  I love that you read with me every night. 
• I love that you arent angry anymore. 
• I love your darling smile and your nibbly ears.
•  I love that you taught your older siblings and nanny how to use the computer. 
• I love that you still have your sleeping buddy george and thank me every time he gets washed. 
• I love that you love cats and google Lego cats every afternoon.
•  I love that you make your brothers and sisters roar with laughter because you are a clown.
•  I love that you have my voice and sing like a dream.

You and your big brother

 Everyday you make my sickness fall away faster and faster. 

Most of all though babyboy I love that I am your mummy and that you love that too!!