I usually have a pretty thick skin. You have to when you’re the type of blogger that I am. I know full well that writing about the things I do and opening myself up on my blog and other platforms pretty much guarantees a hater or fifty, but last night when I logged onto Twitter after an extremely stressful day, hoping to laugh and unwind, I was greeted with a venom filled rant from a complete stranger I’d never spoken to or provoked and damn it, it got to me way more than it should have.
I’m no stranger to internet trolls. My very first blogging gig was a spot on NJ.com writing about parenting, and because I was not a “traditional” mom, I was quickly surrounded by a pitchfork yielding comment mob on my first posts.
You can see for yourself the string of rude comments left on this post I shared there titled “An unwed mom, living with boyfriend, speaks out”
The thing is, I’ve always been very open. That’s just who I am as a writer. I ooze reality in the hopes of making people feel less alone. I make mistakes and am unapologetically me. But as open as I may be here, there are dozens of things about me that I will never share with the world. Emotions even I am not ready to pour out and read on my computer screen. So as well as anyone thinks they know me from what I share here or on Twitter, they may never know my whole story.
And Twitter, that’s just a completely different side of me and should rarely be taken seriously. It’s merely a collection of jokes and narcissistic thoughts that float around in my head.
The truth is I’m way more than the sexy profile pictures and the dick jokes I spew there. Those who take the time to click the link to my blog there, and are interested in reading more than the posts that are on my front page, have come to realize I’m really not desperate or a whore by any means. Those people realize I have a huge heart, that I have lived through more pain than most women experience in a lifetime, and that I want nothing more than to find love and happiness in a world that has tried to drown me on more than one occasion.
So this is the tweet I saw in my replies when I logged on to Twitter last night:
“FFS. SINGLE MOMS! STOPTELLING WOMEN LIKE @Melysa_S they are awesome. They are DESPERATE. Stop giving single moms a bad name”
I’m not going to even tell you who said it because that stupid self-righteous hipster doesn’t deserve anymore attention.
On a normal day this tweet would’ve made me laugh because it is just completely untrue and I would’ve continued on with my lady business, but yesterday it didn’t. Yesterday it brought me to tears. Because I’m a fucking human being with feelings not some stupid desperate whore like this woman claimed I am in multiple replies to people in her timeline.
I’m 99% certain she based her assumptions on my profile picture and jealousy over my bacon, instead of taking any time to find out anything about the real me I often share here.
If spending three whole months this summer pouring my heart into throwing THIS party for single moms, making no profit from it whatsoever, means I’m giving single moms a bad name, then I guess I am.
If responding to emails from single moms with heartfelt advice in videos like THIS hoping to help them better their lives and find themselves and their happiness means I give single moms a bad name, then I guess I do.
If picking myself up off the ground like I did in THIS post, finding the strength I never knew I had and choosing to live a life filled with laughter and love gives single moms a bad name, then I’m proud to…
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