Blogger murdered my blog.
All because I commented too many times and they thought I was spamming. I was doing a holiday blog hop who I'm not going to name because it wasn't their fault. They had 22 blogs on their hop and because I didn't have anything to do I sat down and one after another I went from blog to blog and wrote on each one.
I am mad, distraught, hurt, sad, angry and dismayed.
The saddest part is that I loved my blog. I loved seeing a new follower. I loved reading a comment from someone who thought what I wrote was worthy. It was a diary of sorts, my journal. I feel like someone took my diary and burned it...up in flames...
down the drain....
threw it away....
I know I am mediocre, I'm not a brilliant star flashing through any one's life....I am me. Just plain old me. A 52 year old woman trying to overcome life's ups and downs.
Losing her home.
Losing her husband.
Losing her family.
Losing her youth.
her eye sight.
and today, my blog along with my sense of humor.
What's worse, is that like a battered woman, I have returned to the same entity that has hurt me. For the fear of the unknown seems worse than striking out and learning how to be on my own. I, with head hanging down, have returned to Blogger because it's something I know....but at least I don't trust it. Like a man that has cheated on you, you may forgive him, but you don't forget.