I hate that others know I wear my heart on my sleeve. Sometimes it is a good thing. At other times it serves to totally ruin me. I wish I was thick-skinned. That's why I didn't make it in the music world; I couldn't handle the criticism, constructive or not. I am often brought to tears by well-meaning people. But when people are unnecessarily cruel, I can't hang.

To the person who sent me anonymous emails from the same IP address, I hope you feel proud of yourself. Your IP has been banned from my blog.  To reply to a few things that you have said, I am not a coward. I am not weak. I am stronger than you because I sign my name on things that I write; I don't hide behind a cloak of enigmatic silliness. If I think someone is being an ass, I tell them. I didn't desert anyone; I stood up for what I thought was right. While you attempted to do the same, you did so in a cruel, unjustified manner. Please do some inner reflection as to what caused (or continues to cause) you to lash out at others with such venemous words.

I have left SoulofAdoption because of the actions and words of another. Not because I'm a coward. Not because I'm running away. But because the internet shouldn't make me cry. I need peace in my life. I need quiet. My Son is sick and I am left feeling awful; sorrowful that I can't make him better. My Husband is strung out due to Army obligations on top of fire duties. And this whole "back to work full time" thing is for the dogs. For. the. dogs.

I will go back to writing here about things that are important, such as my daughter and my son, as soon as my poor little guy quits hacking stronger than an adult. We have been spending much time cuddling as I have told him, earnestly, never to let others get to him the way that they get to Mommy. And never to purposefully say hurtful words to people. Even on the internet.

Sticks and stones, eh? Words still hurt.