The other day I had a dream/nightmare about my childhood bully. YUCK!

Those that know me, know I am a really kind and nice person. Not a mean bone in my body. But I had a bully at a certain point in my life. It was awful. To this day I have ZERO tolerance for bullies and mean people. They basically suck in my opinion. So anyway, back to my bully story.

My mom and step dad had bought a new trailer and moved the family to a tiny trailer park in Leicester when I was around 13. I think I was 13. Could have been 12. Doesn’t matter. That was when I met her! I am not sure her married name now nor do I care. ~giggle~ If you know her, feel free to pass this along to her. In fact it would give me a much needed giggle. She made my life a living hell. I cannot really blame her. Well, yes I can. She lived in a house that wasn’t loving and her parents were mean. What example could she have that would be positive. Well, I guess that is were my family came in. My mom cooked every meal. I had a neat room I suppose. I had a family that was there for me. And grandparents too. She would break into our house when we were home and take my things. Then actually wear them to school. If I was home with my little sister alone and wouldn’t answer the door–she would just open up a window and make herself at home. No joke. I was terrified of her. Not to mention she was a bit bigger than me at the time. All my family shown her was kindness and in return she was abusive and bullied me. What a real winner eh? She made me terrified to ride the bus and get off the bus and make it home. When I eventually got tired of a few things in my home life ~another story to insert here~ I moved in with my dad. Later on with my grandmother when my papaw died. Then I never worried about her. If I saw her at school I just ignored her. She could no longer hurt me after that. Anyway….

Now when I look back I get angry at Katie. There was no need for violence and it achieved her NOTHING. I feel sorry for her. I am sorry her childhood was so awful that I was the brunt of her anger. I hope with her age she gained a peace within herself. I also hope that she taught her kids to behave and not be bullies just like she was.

I don’t hate anyone and I am trying to not hate her. I’d never talk to her again for sure though.

STOP THE BULLIES~The world doesn’t need anymore anger in it.