This conversation is between *Steve’s other sister *Amber and I. She had posted a status which I thought was about me, so I asked:
Me, 16/06/2014 16:53 – Hello my dear, I’m sorry, I must ask… maybe I’m being paranoid, but is your status about me? Be honest, I can take it :).
Amber, 16/06/2014 16:58 – No no no!!!! Not at all. Sweetheart (…the middle of this conversation has nothing to do with my blog so I have chosen to eliminate it…) I refuse to be someone to take anger out on when I only want to help and care for those I love. So…not about you at all!
Me, 16/06/2014 17:03 – I’m so sorry. As you may well have guessed, I think everything negative is about me because of what I’ve been through! I’m working on it. I am so sorry you are experiencing a difficult time with all of this. I hope the matter is resolved swiftly and quickly. I also hope that through all of this, you manage to have a wonderful and blessed day. Love myself and Max.
Amber, 16/06/2014 17:08 – Thank you, Persia! I understand the worry but rest assured we not cruel or back stabbing people and we’ve come too far for any of that. Have a blessed day and kiss Max for me? Oh and know that you are cared for!
Yet, they all befriended his girlfriend who they are supposedly disgusted with after slagging her off – all of which was done behind my back around the time this conversation was had.
And this was after my cell/mobile number and address was given so Steve’s father and step-mother could see my son Max. My instincts were right which is why I was feeling nervous about the meeting. I guess my post “Meeting With The Grandparents Today” was premature.
No doubt I am being used as a scapegoat to cover up what they are truly like.
If this is what they call being “cared” for, then who the hell needs enemies?!
(Please excuse any errors, as WordPress seems to be playing up, so I am unable to correct them).
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