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Truth v. Gossip

Yesterday I got a real good whiff of the gossip going around about me. And I have a few things to say about it...

1. When describing my physical attributes to people who don't know me, but for some reason need to know why you think I'm getting a divorce, accuracy is important.

Now I know it's so much less intimidating if I am the 'big girl' but let's be honest here people. I'm not fat and I'm not ugly. I know this is much more threatening to you and somehow makes my crimes harder to digest but if you're going to smear my name all over town at least have the decency to try for accuracy.

2. It seriously takes two people to make or break any relationship. Not just one... And it's not really your business anyway.

3. I lost everyone I know... It's taken me months to build up even the few friends that I have now. When you stop those people and tell them to watch out for me because I'm nothing but trouble you are quite literally undermining the tiny bits of happiness I have... Back the Frick off.

4. It's really really really tacky when the gossip that I get comes through people I don't even know. And it makes you ladies look really bad. What do you do at book club? Talk about books or people?

5. Small minds talk about people; great minds talk about ideas. I'm glad we've established which category you fall into.


Lisa said…
I'm your friend. Life is hard and bad things happen. I want you to know that there isn't anyhhing you could say that would make me stop being your friend. I hate when people gossip. Like they're so perfect.

When I'm about to possibly gossip, I just try to imagine someone throwing the worst thing I've ever done in my face and that usually humbles me. I would love for everyone who is gossiping about you to get a dose of their own medicine.

I'm sorry you are going through this. And I think you're pretty. Really.
Ashy said…
People are so horrible. It's always especially sad when this happens in the church (although you didn't mention that, it still happens). Your Heavenly Father loves you and I love you and miss you too!
Cari Hislop said…
Esperity, their minds aren't only small; you know someone's life is dirt dead dull when all they can find to talk about is the beautiful woman with four kids who is having trials!

I wouldn't be surprised either if deep down they're jealous because they hate their lives, but are too comfortable or frightened to do anything about it.
Rob-bear said…
You are an awesome woman, Cannwin. I think there are folks who are just plain jealous. And small-minded.

Sadly, I don't know any cure for stupidity. Or meanness.

Blessings and Bear hugs.

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