he won't win

I would like to take this time to remind you that giant squids are going to take over the world and that prescription medications don't work after three months.

You can thank my brother-in-law for those. Granted, I blew those statements even more out of proportion than he did, but you get the idea.

Stoner stirred up some drama during our little vacation that ruffled just about everyone's feathers. Everything from lying to Wolf about a supposedly overheard phone conversation where I said I didn't want to be there to telling everyone who would listen that I was a manipulative bitch. If he was trying to get the family to dislike me it was too little, too late. The ones that matter already knew me at that point and I'm pretty sure I left a positive impression on those that I hadn't met yet. I am new, Wolf and I suit each other well, and I have actually lived a life that didn't involve sex, drugs and rock 'n roll -- therefore I am an evil manipulative know-it-all bitch who is a bad person that no one should associate with. Welcome to the family.

Part of me is upset because I have this urge to please everyone even when I know it's not possible. And getting along with Stoner is going to be one of those things that is just not going to happen. I don't put up with myths and lies about antidepressants. Sorry, after being on them for more than a year and doing my own share of research, I'm not going to sit there and listen to someone tell me that my drugs don't work. Not to mention that I have the habit of calling bullshit when something just sounds absolutely ridiculous. My mouth gets me in trouble -- I know this. Let him call me names and hate me. I'm going to do my very best to not care.

I have a wonderful husband, two beautiful dogs, stories about foreign countries, an education and a loving family. And I'm not going to let him win by making me upset.