I started this blog without the intention of making myself famous. I didn't even think that I would be a mom blogger. I just wanted to write. Well, I'm a mom so might as well be one. I opened a few pages of my book of life in the aim of making my readers relate to what I'm actually experiencing. I love reading comments from people I haven't met, I feel like they're also sharing their lives with me. It kinda makes the world small and I find it so cool. However, this morning when I checked my dashboard, I saw an anonymous comment. After reading it, I shed tears. I was deeply saddened. The attack was too personal that I deleted it right away. I knew it'd linger on my mind for so long if I didn't. It said something about how I was raised, that no wonder I was just at home, that my husband only married me because he didn't have a choice and that... I was already shaky by the time I reached that part - it was about my one and only child. It crushed my heart. I went to my then sleeping daughter and kissed her and hugged her. Sigh.
I know I can disable the anonymous option of my comments section, but I still chose to enable it for the sake of my readers who do not know what to do, which includes my husband. I also know that it's like allowing complete strangers to say what they want to say to and about me. At first I was not affected at all, I sometimes laugh about it. Pinagkakalat ko pa sa lahat that I have bashers! I actually published some for everyone to see. I felt like I'm such an important blogger that someone wasted time for me. However, I realized I shouldn't be happy that someone hates me. It's not worth my time, too. I don't like to be hated, I want to be loved. If you can't love me, leave me alone.
So to you who left that comment, you got what you want. You made me cry. I hope it made you happy. That's your last na ha. Ikaw din, digital na ang karma.
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