As if the rest of this shit weren't bad enough...
Facebook disabled my account for using a fake name. Which I am so I can't really fight it.
So if you think I defriended you, I didn't. I only had 43 Facebook friends.
You know...here's the thing. I was just thinking about this.
I got some crappy news yesterday and I'm going through some crappy stuff. And my husband is away and I barely ever get to talk to him. And I don't really have any close friends.
But I have you guys.
I can't talk to my parents about what's going on because they'll be upset. And I can't let my kids know what's going on because nothing is final and they don't need to worry about it too. That's my job. I can always write to my husband, but e-mail and chat aren't the best ways to discuss major life choices. Plus, while I am always honest with him, I want to be careful what I say because I know he is struggling too. I don't want him making hard decisions based on the words I spew when I'm just venting.
But I can always "talk" to you guys.
Except now I'm right back in that place where I wish I had never been Tuna Girl.
I started blogging back when everyone was anonymous. Everyone had blog pen names. Nobody used real names. That seemed completely crazy.
And with my husband's job, we both felt more comfortable having my blog be anonymous.
So I went ahead and said anything on my blog. Anything. So now, if my parents were to find my blog and read back, well, I would just die.
So I have these two separate worlds. And they can't cross.
So Tuna Girl can't be on Facebook anymore. And quite frankly, that was where most of my interaction and moral support was coming from.
I didn't need this shit right now.
How sad and pathetic am I?
Oh, well. I dug this hole. I'll sit in it all alone. It's just the timing that sucks.
And it's just, well, my real life/real name Facebook friends are so boring compared to you lovelies!