greenbriar Donating Member (1000+ posts) Mon May-05-08 07:30 PM
Response to Reply #2
4. comic relief
and I love to post crap that gets their panties in a wad hehe
greenbriar...don't flatter yourself, I wear thongs...they don't wad. But then I can pull it off because I'm not a dumpy, sourpuss school teacher who spends half my day regretting my choices and the other being angry at the world. If there's anything that bothers me about you it's that you actually come in contact with children...they shouldn't be exposed to your kind of hate on a daily basis. The only saving grace, I guess, is that you spend an inordinate amount of time posting at DU, thus limiting the amount of time students have to deal with you.
Your life is so pathetic you have to steal other people's work and try to pass it off as your own. When you were caught you tried to make excuses...but you and everyone else know you did it on purpose. You're only real regret is that you got caught.
You think your petty little insults, especially about those with a different political philosophy than you, illustrate how much more intelligent you are. Yet, you work at a job that is a magnet for people who were only mediocre students. Your salary is paid by the American taxpayer and your job is protected by a powerful union. Not only is it nearly impossible for you to be fired, you don't even have to strive to be the best (or even just slightly better than average) because there's no competition.
You're a bitter, angry harpy who willingly accepts expensive jewelry and wonderful vacations from your husband and repay him by posting vile things about him on a public message board. Here's a tip for you...if he truly was the mean drunk you want the world to believe he is you certainly wouldn't have the leisure to sit and post about him...you'd be too busy trying to keep yourself and your daughter out of his way. You're about as good at playing abuse victim as you are at trying to pawn another's work off as your own.
You're pining away for some guy you barely know who lives several states away and justify it by telling the world how terrible your marriage is an how rotten your husband is. Yeah, he's so rotten he takes you on a cruise. Oh and he has the gall to actually expect a little romance and sex from his WIFE. But no, you'd rather chase after some stranger. Had you any integrity, an ounce of decency you would either have not gone on the cruise because you were unwilling to enjoy the company of your husband or gone and truly committed to work on your marriage.
And then you post, again very publicly, about how you're in love and considering moving in with Mr. Alaska...a man you can't possibly know very well. This is the kind of behavior one expects from a 15 year old girl, not a wife and mother. Oh, and just so you don't look like a completely self-centered bitch (it's too late for that by the way) you say you're not sure if you should because you're worried about what your husband will do to your daughter. Who knew you even had one because up to that point it was ONLY about you. It never once occurred to you to consider the trauma you'd inflict on your child were you to pack up and move (with or without her). Evidently your motherly instincts are rivaled only by your loyalty as a wife, your attempts to paint yourself as a long-suffering victim, and your dedication to teaching. The only thing you seem to be gifted at is stealing other people's work, well maybe stalking strange men on cruise ships. Then again, you did get caught plagiarizing so I guess you're not so good at that either so I guess that leaves stalking.
I feel sorry for your husband, your daughter, your students, and anyone else who comes in contact with you. You are a perfect illustration of a loser who blames everyone else for their problems. Taking responsibility for yourself means you'd actually have to work to make your life (and the lives of those around you) better. You simply aren't willing to do that. You seem to relish wallowing in misery. Too bad you have to take those around you down with you.
Cindie
