Here’s a gem. I told my ex to read your blog.
“You might want to know that CLs abusive condescending and completely unempathetic attitude towards me (who actually wants to be a good person) has been very hurtful. I want to be good but she (and I guess you) just want to focus on how awful I am. And sorry for the drama. I still hate CL though. Because she HATES and DESPISES me and people like me. Well I don’t need her crap… got enough self loathing without her piling it on with the WAY she says it. Bitch that she is.”
What response were you expecting when you told your cheating ex to read a blog with the tagline “Leave a cheater, gain a life”?
Warm fuzzies? Insight? For him to appear prostrate before you as a sobbing, puddle of snot and regret? I’m so sorry, Ella! I never knew the depths of my douchebaggery until I read this blogger! You’re so utterly correct. I suck!
Brush up on that no contact thing. Don’t poke the afflicted. The watchword here is MEH.
I’m about to poke the afflicted and UBT this thing, so do as I say and not as I do. But as you asked and all.
“You might want to know that CL’s abusive condescending and completely unempathetic attitude towards me
Clearly, the mindfuck is firmly set to the Self-Pity Channel. With a little DARVO (deny, attack, reverse victim and offender) thrown in for good measure.
The infidelity support site is “abusive” (not the cheater). Condescending (not the cheater, who is offhandedly “sorry for the drama,” but can we get back to what a BITCH Chump Lady is?!)
Unempathetic isn’t even a word. But if you mean that the Universal Bullshit Translator lacks sympathy for cheaters and their bullshit, you’d be right.
(who actually wants to be a good person) has been very hurtful.
What matters here are my hurt feelings! Not my failure to be a good person. Wanting to be a good person is what’s important. I actually want to be an Olympic cross-country skier. It doesn’t matter that I sit on the sofa in stretchy pants and eat the last of the gingerbread cookies and am winded by the feeblest of exertions — what MATTERS is my desire to be an Olympic cross-country skier! Your observation that withered prune pits have more lung capacity than I do was very hurtful.
I want to be good but she (and I guess you) just want to focus on how awful I am.
I’m sorry. We were blinded by your awfulness.
And sorry for the drama.
Just an aside. Sorry! Let’s just file my treachery, betrayal, and wantonly risking your sexual health under “drama.” The drama. Not my drama. Just drama. Drama happens. Sorry!
I still hate CL though. Because she HATES and DESPISES me and people like me.
She hated me first!
Actually, Chump Lady doesn’t hate you. She just decodes you. Chump Lady feels totally whatever-ish about you personally. You’re rather amusing material and without your bullshit she wouldn’t have much of a blog, so thank you.
Well I don’t need her crap…
I’m sure you generate quite enough crap on your own without Chump Lady’s help.
got enough self-loathing without her piling it on with the WAY she says it.
The disgust! The self recriminations! How can you live under the crushing burden of remorse that is “sorry for the drama”?
Bitch that she is.”
Air kisses to you too. Hope you trip and fall into a pile of self-loathing.