Taylor Swift is often scrutinised for turning her experiences with heartbreak or those who’ve wronged her into songs. But she’s not the only one documenting betrayal in real time. I’ve been doing the same, just with fewer guitars and a much smaller audience
Blogging was my outlet long before social media existed. I wrote to vent, sometimes with a little subliminal messaging woven in for good measure. I didn’t need a mass following; just a handful of loyal readers were enough to feel heard and make my point. That space was mine. It still is. Now, I continue to write about people who have crossed me or my family. If you don’t want to be cast as the villain in someone else’s story, then don’t mistreat them. It’s that simple. Actions have consequences. I won’t apologise for writing. This is my page. My story. I’m not handing out invitations or tagging anyone. But if you’re lurking, reading between the lines and feeling exposed and offended, pause and ask yourself why. If the shoe fits, that’s not on me. Maybe take that discomfort as a sign to reflect, and to spend less time spying on other people’s lives and more time completing your own classwork instead of copying someone else’s.
My last post touched on my daughter’s friendship breakdown. Some might say, “Let the kids figure it out.” And while that sounds noble, to me, it’s often a cop out. Yes, children need to grow and learn, but not when they’re being hurt, trapped, or made to feel powerless. That’s when they need their parents. That’s when I step in. The world is already hard. I’m not going to stand back and let it wear away at my child without doing everything I can to make her feel safe and supported. She knows I’ll speak up. She knows I won’t let things slide just to keep the peace. If anything, I want people to know she has a mother who will protect her.
Cyberstalking, hiding behind fake accounts, using “cheat sheets” during exams, and schoolyard gossip might seem like fun and games until someone ends up in the principal’s office and suspended from school.
So no, this isn’t just about school drama. This is me drawing a line. You don’t get to mess with my girl and think there won’t be repercussions.