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Asshole in the woodpile


This is not a friendly, emotional, or reflective post.

Nope.  This is directed at the ASSHOLE stalking my personal blog while all the while thinking that I am writing for YOU.  Imagine the ego.

Since you can no longer leave bile-spewing comments on my blog itself, you are now trying to stalk me from WhatsApp, texting me condescending opinions about my life, which you have no other information about.

Get over your infatuation with me, and what I am doing, and how I am enjoying my life.  Go find your own life and happiness, and don't concern yourself with me.  I am happy.

And, just to be clear, I have enjoyed a number of men since my marriage ended.  I have fallen in love, and I have never looked back.  It has not been hard to meet men who want me.  I can happily say I am still friends with a number of the men I've recently dated.  They are ALL younger than me, some by quite a bit.

Only a NARCISSIST would be concerning themselves with my personal life, claiming to care about me, but all the while suggesting they know my mind and my heart.  Take your meds and go find a boyfriend.


[NOTE: There is actually more than one "asshole."  But, since one is my ex, and the others are women, it's clear that they ALL just need a boyfriend (I say, tongue in cheek).  Some may not know, but my ex prefers men.  Imagine discovering THAT after a 17-year relationship!]

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Twat said…
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Your Blog Mistress said…
Again, thank you Dustin A. Dennis, DVM, for this completely professional comment. You continue to show your true colors and character as you stalk your way through my 20 years of blog posts. Nobody will have any doubt as to who you really are when they read the filth and venom you leave here. I can completely understand why Loomis Basin Large Animal Clinic let you go--you are such a scary liability for them. And, no doubt, your poor performance will keep you from getting any other job anywhere as a veterinarian. It's a shame you are still harassing me after so many years. I think it's about time I start calling you out rather than just ignore your ugly character and comments.
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3:49 PM
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