| Hate mail.
Category: Life Here is a message I received today from my mother's boyfriend's son. A man she met in person, having met him on myspace, at the end of July. Comments most welcome on how I should respond - apart from ignoring the little worm of course. Dear oh dear, I see you have sunk to new levels of nastyness, blogging about your mother, my father, and my sister and my dads dog in a nasty way, do you really have nothing better to do? do you really have that much hate in you? I for one am not gonna stand back and let you spread your messages of hate! maybe one day you will read what poison you have been spouting and feel some remorse but then again I doubt it, what do you see when you look in the mirror? I bet its a very disturbed woman overpowered by hate and resentment, how old are you? isnt it about time you grew up a little instead of purposely going out of your way to hurt my family, im not gonna lie down and let you do it, I have a good, decent family and they do not deserve the poisonous rants from a woman who doesnt even know them, oh and to go back on your previous email to me when you said I dont know anything about cancer... I was in hospital having surgery last week , when the 6th member of my family my grandad died from cancer!! so shut up, grow up, and stop being pathetic, its tedious and only makes you look stupid, my father is happy at the moment and its the first time ive seen him so in 25 years why cant you just let them get on with it, does it really bother you that much? i dont know you , but I know this much about you , you appear to be a nasty vile poisonous little bitch! I should point out I said that unless he had walked in my shoes (ie HAVING cancer), receiving major surgery etc he cannot tell me how I feel about it. I did not say he knew nothing about cancer, simply that he knew nothing of my personal experience of it and how upset I felt at the previous hate mail he sent me. If you can spot where I have identified any of the people he claims I'm writing about in my blogs, then please point it out. It's not the first abuse I've had from him but it will be the last. Last time I suggested he pick his rattle up as he appeared to have thrown it out of his pram - then a while of nothing and then the above. I'm sure he's a lovely chap really. I asked his dad if he thought this was bullying - since he posted a blog about cyberbullies: No, it's not bullying. It's a grieving grandson in pain and just out of King's Mill Hospital letting off a bit of steam at what he perceives as an injustice because he's gone to the trouble of getting to know the two people involved in what appears to be an on-going saga. From my sister: I have typed and re-typed an answer to this, but cannot put into words how I feel about this, words just fail me. Needless to say I am disgusted.
Bullying is NOT the same as stating facts. Johnny's comments are not fact, they are vicious and I cannot believe you condone this kind of behaviour.
All you can see is one side of a VERY sad mess. You should try and look at the whole picture, not just the outline.
From Peter: Deleting of parents out of the blue, libellously accusing her past partners (including her late husband) of indescribably bad treatment about which that parent knew and still knows nothing, making profiles secret for "friends only" like a private club in which poison can fester unchallenged, and posting blogs with provocative titles that those being aimed at can't read, those are disgusting. It's about time the two of you stopped wallowing in self-created misery and looked at reasons and whys and wherefores and did something about it before it's too late. AND THAT IS AN END TO IT ON MY PROFILE. And again from Peter: I'll set the history, briefly, straight. The Lisa who penned it is my friend Dorothy's daughter and she has taken exception to Dorothy's relationship with me even though she has never met me and only knows of me courtesy of my blogs and other Myspace contributions. For the record, Dorothy and I are firm friends and have no intention of letting vitriolic messages on a public medium divide us, though what we both want more than anything is the acceptance of both her family and mine of what is a loving and caring relationship that has evolved between us. My own family have all gone to the trouble of meeting and getting to know Dorothy, and, of course, they can't help liking her, as I believe would any decent person. I would have welcomed a similar status in the eyes of her family, but if they don't want to know me or even meet me I am not prepared to force myself on them: that would be wrong. At the moment Dorothy (whom many of you know via her profile and own blogs etc) has suffered the indignity of being "deleted" by people who should be close enough to her to know a great deal better, and the "poionous bitch" name used in the above quotation would appear to have been well and truly earned and consequently has nothing to do with bullying of any sort. I have removed some earlier comments that have trawled through the childhood of their writers looking for examples of unhappiness and have been far from pleasant to somebody who believes herself to have found a decent and caring relationship in her later years. I have been in the terrible position of having to help and offer what comfort I can during tearful and sleepless nights. So far as my own Myspace pages are concerned this is an end to it and I will delete all future observations that seem to me to be unfair. In fact neither my sister and I have received no reply to our last contact with our "mother" for several weeks - she chose to ignore us and allow her new boyfriend and his family to do her dirty work. 6:56 - 9 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | 
, I'm really worried about permanent nerve damage and if that happens, I think I can cope with leg problems more than losing the use of my hands. I need to work after all this and if I can't type I'll be distraught (not to mention unable to blog)." My main concern is, if I got nerve damage whilst the drug was first being administered I'm bound to get some permanent problems, a lot of people don't get leg trouble until the end of the 12 sessions.
