Putting Your Breakup in Perspective

First of all, thank you to everyone for your generous and supportive comments on Tuesday's post. I will dig my way through those glorious emails momentarily and shower you again with individual appreciation. So really...thank you. And now on to today's post. Because if there's anything I learned from your reaction to Tuesday...you can't keep a sassy blogger down. 
The thing is, I really genuinely suck at break ups. I am, self-admittedly the biggest pansy ever when it comes to these gross jumbles of emotionz. For all the ones I've been through, they never seem to get any better (kind of like waking up each morning--how do I still not have a morning routine?). I know that it will get better, I have experience after experience to prove that. But regardless, each time, a little voice sneaks in that asks me whether maybe this time was my last chance, and maybe this time it really won't get better because maybe I really did do something bad. And I've noticed over this past week, that the break up experience is the same regardless of how long we were actually dating. Which seems slightly unfair to me, and I'm sure a psychologist would jump all over about how unhealthy that is.  So now that I've jumbled my words and probably made all of you think I'm going slightly crazy, here are some lists. To help put your (my) breakup into perspective. Of the awful things I'd rather go through. And of the awful things that in the end, still remain worse than this. 

 *When my sisters and I were little, this was the ultimate idea of torture. Whenever we played M*A*S*H, we would pick this as the dear-God-please-no Career option to make the other squirm. 

I don't know where we got this idea, but it was always there. So yes, I would rather touch old men's wrinkly backs and rub them with sunscreen than go through a break up.

What's on your list? What's something you'd rather go through than a breakup? Or even a similar "I'd rather ____ than _____,"  because we all have those nail-on-chalkboard moments. 

Why I'm Scared to Blog

This post makes me nauseous. 
And maybe it shouldn't. Maybe you'll get to the end and only want to barf that I am dramatic. Hell, maybe I will get to the end and only want to smack myself for being dramatic. That would be a relief. A huge one. 
A little over a week ago, I got a text message that made me want to absolutely hurl. And that nauseous feeling has stayed with me since then. It started with I found your blog and ended with a lot more awful things. And then that person, who I have to see on a weekly basis, took my blog and twisted and manipulated it and used it to set fire to my relationship. 
That is as dramatic as it sounds. 
And when it didn't work the first time, they tried it again. They poured through all my links and my posts and my pages until they found something they could use against me and they tried again. And again.
As bloggers, we always want more. More readers, more comments, more page views. You never imagine there could be a reader you don't want. And yes, we all know that sometimes readers are mean, or leave mean comments, or just don't comment at all (oh the tears). But before this, I never thought of the difference between an unwanted reader and a truly malicious reader. Someone who genuinely takes what you created and turns it into...slush. Turns it into something bad. It makes my skin creep and crawl to know that there are people out there who read your blog intentionally looking for information to use against you. And it makes my skin creep and crawl that they can turn right around and say "well you put it out there." Well, I didn't put it out there for that. I never imagined it might be used that way. For those of you looking for a different (granted, more dramatic) example, I wonder if this is how J.D. Salinger felt when the serial killer used Catcher in the Rye as his justification and inspiration for his terrible acts. I never meant it to be used like that. 
When someone takes something you created, and manipulates it...it makes you sick. 
And it's hard to come here and it's hard to write this because now I know. That there are truly malicious, creepy people out there. Who I would prefer knew nothing about my life or feelings or opinions. But I can't stop them, unless I stop this. And do I really want them to "win" in that sense? 
How do you deal with malicious people? Is blogging still worth it?