This past year and part of 2018 (you can read about some of what happened in my 2018 recap) my little girl was the one that paid the price for my bad choices in friends. Going after my kid...that’s a low I did not expect from these people...from anyone really. I was living a fantasy. A fantasy where women aren’t jealous twats. Where mothers don’t want to take down other kids. Where grown ups care who they’re hurting...where getting the facts right is important. Especially where it concerns innocent kids. That was my fantasy. And it got blasted out of the water.