Boundaries

Fences, walls, hedges, a line in the dirt... Doesn't really matter how we define them, boundaries exist in just about everything in life. Most people learn about them from early childhood. Things you do and don't talk about, lines you don't cross, neighbours' dogs you don't tease in case they jump the fence and come after you. You get the point.


Except some people just don't. 


Some people decide it's okay to call up their ex's doctor to find out what's happening. Some people decide to then phone their ex's entire. freaking. family. to casually spread the news about said ex's ill health. Some people then decide to CC in a million other people in emails because it's not enough that said family knows all about their fights, EVERYONE now has to know every single little 'abusive' word that passed between said person and ex. 


Somehow, the lessons on boundaries slipped past this person. And apparently, so did the definition of abuse. Because this person has now become the abuser. Emotionally and mentally. In all senses of the word, she has crossed the boundary of what is and isn't acceptable and she has become the abuser. Of people's time, emotions and boundaries. 


I'm not sure if she reads my blog or not. Given her personality, I'm fairly sure she might. Either way, my message is this:


I feel sorry for you. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. But I think your methods of madness are just plain mad.