Listen, you little bitch. You better back off. You may only be 10 years old but you’ve been a big pain in my ass since you were six.

You were hateful then and you’re hateful now.

You and my daughter have had a tumultuous relationship. She started at a new school in grade one and you had already had a year at that school in which you had established your dominance. So when my sweet, kind little girl with her big personality and big heart arrived on the scene, you were immediately threatened by her presence.

You tormented her when she was new to the school. When she didn’t feel like she had a friend in the world. When we were starting our new life in a new town.

Granted, you backed off a bit after I had a little chat with your mother. I was civil then but I’ve lost my ability to be civil after four years of hearing about your crap.

The years in between have been tolerable. Your reign of terror seemed to lessen when you were in another classroom. But this year? This year, you’re on a roll again.

You know what? You bring ME right back to my school years when there was a girl much like you who thought she ruled the world. When she decided she didn’t like me, her (and my) friends went along with her.  That lasted for several years and I still have dreams where we are fist fighting (although I’ve never thrown a punch in my life).

But enough about me, back to you, you little bully. My daughter has shed tears over you, over your hurtful remarks, your reckless actions. You are poison.

I’ve tried to talk to my girl about karma, about treating others how you want to be treated, and even about filling up people’s buckets. I’ve even heard this come out of my mouth: Be kind to unkind people. They need it the most. (-Ashleigh Brilliant)

My wish for you is that someday you regret the nastiness you inflicted, but likely you won’t ever figure it out.

Until then, let me share some wisdom with you… Mama bears give the best hugs. A mama bear can be cuddly and lovable but also has a ferocious side when it’s necessary to protect her cubs. Stay away from my cub.


Hi, You can call me Leona... but I may not always respond. Leona is not my real name, it's more of a Nom de Plume. Isn't that fancy? You see, Leona, is someone I don't like, someone who makes me angry. So I use her to channel my BLUNTmom posts that most of the time wouldn't fly over at my "real" blog. So thanks, Leona, at least you're good for something! (Wasn't that nasty? That was Leona writing...)

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