My name is Debbie. Debbie Reynolds. Actually, that is my maiden name. My last name now, and has been for some time, is Dodd, the name of my second husband, the father of my daughter. My user name here is BusyMichMom. Just to clarify, because I am proud of all of these names. There is one name that I never really took, and that is for obvious reasons. I would not be proud to sport the name of my third husband. I believe that speaks for itself.

I am writing this today to say that I am in no way compelled to prove or disprove anything that has been said about me by my third husband, Gary, known here as coincutter. Once again, I have allowed myself to be drawn into a battle of words with someone who frankly does not deserve my time. I attempted to reply to a comment made, as we all do here on mybloggers, and even though I spoke the truth, that Gary is a known drug user and daily drinker (by his own words in his own posts on this blog site), I was unleashed upon nonetheless.

I don't have to answer to Gary, to you, or anyone else. I only have to answer for my life in front of God, whenever He deems my time to be present there is. I am not one to stand idly by and allow my good name to be trashed, but in this case it is obvious that drunken ramblings continue and I hope that Gary is happy with his "win", although it is an empty one.

For any normal, rational person, it is unwritten but known that there are two sides to every story, and that in human nature, one often will denigrate another to make themselves look good. I myself will not go into the details of my marriage with Gary because that is private. I pride myself on my discretion and know what should be public knowledge and what should not. I respect those around me and know where to draw the line as to what is okay to share and what is not. It is unfortunate that Roxann and her children do not have that option, as Gary is quite free at times speaking about things in their lives and the children's lives that could obviously could be an embarrassment if they knew such things were being made public.

I will not make statements about Gary that are not true because by his blogs everything that I have said can be proven by his own pen. I will not make statements about my life that are not true and you will have to take my word for that. There are many of you that have read me for years and have never questioned my posts before, and I doubt you will now.

If you choose to read his posts, that is your prerogative. If you choose to believe the obviously slanderous statements made (read: there are outlandish accusations made that are completely unproveable, and this does fall within the category of slander), then so be it. If you choose to be Gary's friend, I have no problem with that either.

My character stands for itself. My writings here on mybloggers and formerly Blogster speak for my person and who I am. I have no need to defend myself or prove or disprove anything.
I truly appreciate the friends that I have made here and on Blogster and enjoy reading your posts. I do not find it necessary to remove my account here just so that I don't have to deal with Gary. I just will stop reading his posts, and acknowledging that he even exists. If for some reason in the future I have to deal with him or his significant other commenting on my posts, then I will ignore that also, as it is obvious that my well thought out replies do not seem to stem the tide of more slander and backbiting. You simply cannot be rational with someone who is irrational in word and deed.

It is a beautiful morning here in the Thumb. I am blessed to have another day to enjoy it. Two weeks ago today a friend dropped dead suddenly of a massive heart attack. There was no warning, and no way that Pete could have known it was his last day on this earth. None of us have any guarantee as to how long we will be here, so why waste time with such foolishness as I have in the past couple days? My son, my daughter, and my life are much more important than that and my attention to that is what really matters. To the rest of the rubbish that I have put up with recently, I say to it, be gone. It no longer exists.