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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Normal people

I have progressed a lot. I have forgiven Michael. I can look at him when I have to and not imagine in my head what it would be like to slap him really hard in the face (and if you really know the whole story that took a long time for me to get there). I appreciate that he is finally, although court ordered taking an initaitve to attempt to be a dad. I feel bad about the ORS and myself having to take legal actions just so he will pay child support, till I remember how far behind he is on it. I am a forgiving person, I am learning to be even more so at least. I am however not sure I can ever forgive Tonya, till I got told this by one of her friends tonight. Apparently she has some sort of mental issues and that is just how she is. It makes sense now and its easier to not hate her. Normal people would not do what she has done, brag about sleeping with someones dad while the mother is pregnant and in labor, not pretend to be that child's mom, not try to say that Bostons's last name is Elgan when it is legally not, not be overly obsessed with that child and her mom. Its ironic that after I have taken up eating clean and running she does, or that she copies almost everything I do to  T, normal people don't do that. Tonight, though I learned that she isn't normal, and it really has made it easier on me.

Tonya has a friend who likes to trash talk me, I get it, my friends talk about her as well. Anyways, this certain friend called me a "bad mom" a few weeks back via the social network, Twitter. Now, if you are to say I am fat, ugly, disgusting or not as nice as I should be, I wont take offense to that, its your opinion and you are entitled to it. But the moment you say I am a bad mom I will be livid, I work my bum off to be the best mom I can be in my circumstance. Well, tonight this girl came to the table I was at to talk to the guys I was with. I looked at her and said, "You're ***, right?" She replied she was. I then precedid to say, "oh you are the one who called me a bad mom on Twitter, right?" She felt stupid and walked away quickly. The thing I dont like about our era is that people can be as mean and horrible as they want to behind their smart phones and their computers but run away from being confronted about their actions. If you can say that about me online, be prepared to have the guts to say it to my face. And, yes, Sam did scold me a bit and told me to be nicer... till I told him the whole story, they he told me I was "bad-ass".

 My Boston comes back to her home tomorrow morning and I am so excited. I actually have had a decent time. I worked extra, went to the gym for an hour extra, went with some friends to dinner, and then hung out with some different friends. I have been very generous on letting Boston's "dads" family see Boston, but due to Tonya's disgusting actions they will not be seeing her till her "dad" gets his next visit in a few months. I feel sad that they will be getting the short end on that but I had to learn the hard way to not let people mistake my kindness for weakness.

Seriously every kind message has meant the world to me. I cant thank you all enough. The drawing ends Sunday so dont forget to enter! The one I am starting Sunday night will be a lot of fun as well! If for some reason your comment isn't getting posted email me at ashlynnjbronson@hotmail.com

XO:
Ashlynn&Boston BRONSON (you mentally insane person (tonya) her last name is BRONSON)
Dinner with Breann, Dede, Lynzie and Rachel for Rachels birthday!

Dayne is missing but these guys will always mean so much to me.
I'm so happy for the opportunity I had to live with them as long as I did 
and that they have helped me through so much, and even more so that Boston has always had such good male role models.... and yes ladies, they are both single... and I'm not quite certain why Chance never wears shirts...
Hanging out at dinner with Mike.

Moms-with-muscle... ask me about it!
Progress is what matters.
So because at work I have the maturity level of a seven year old this is what I like to do, make fat pictures of myself, mature, right?




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