Sometimes as I write a post, I think about the people who I know will read it. Occasionally, this prompts me to warn my dad when there’s TMI on the horizon, or to temper what I say because Mr. Aggie clicks over occasionally and I don’t want to upset him. Most of the time, I’m wondering if Miranda will be able to relate or if MacKenzie will file it away for future reference.
Now it’s a little bit different. I suppose I’ve always known that some people might be reading this blog for sinister reasons; that they might be looking for the latest gossip about my marriage or wanting to see me fail. What makes it different now is that is that I know for sure one such person does exist. This person has never met me, and knows only what one person in my life chooses to report (not Mr. Aggie). She has never heard my perspective, or my outgoing voicemail message. She wouldn’t recognize me in Target and she certainly won’t be getting a Christmas card.
Yet somehow, knowing she’s out there and waiting to say something hateful makes my fingers freeze above the keyboard. I want to write for those who care about me and my child; those who want to see A’s most recent escapade or hear about my latest hilarious mistake. I don’t want my experience here to be affected by her. And yet, it is. And she’s just the one who’s vocal about her open disdain for my existence. How many others are out there with her, pitchforks in hand?
If you’ve received hate mail, how do you handle it? Was a one person specifically? Do you think that make a difference? Should we TP her house?