The Lengths People Will Go To

So the Psycho bitch hasn't had access to my page since my page is only set for friends of friends, and I've removed any links she may have had to me. Amazingly, as I was looking thru the very attractive friends my new blogging friend has, I've found yet more evidence that this crazy bitch is still stalking me. Along with my page counts being at an all time ridiculous high (and as much as I'd like to take credit for that with my stunning writing, I just really know that I'm not THAT interesting), she apparently has also been scouting thru my new blogging friend's friends....and trying to add them to her list. See, this is how it goes. If she manages to get the right people, it will give her access to my blogs again, and we all know that it's killing her inside to not be able to read. I know she's already got me on "Add" since that doesn't send out a notice, and there isn't any way to block that acquisition. That would let her know when new content is added to my page. But she just can't read my blogs again until she finds a friend who is my friend, and manages to con them into adding her. Yeah, she's that crazy.
In the same breath, she's shut down her blogs so that nobody can read them, because she doesn't want any evidence of her insanity out there for inspection. I've always maintained, and will go to my grave maintaining that REAL bloggers accept the responsibility and consequences for their musing, good or bad. I believe in my words, and I think about what I say. Sometimes it's a rant, other times it's a musing, or maybe I'm working something out. Sometimes my happiness is just too much to contain inside myself and I need to shout it to the world. I like those. Other times my anger bubbles over and I just have to write about something that is just so over the top, or unjust, or ridiculous that I need to share it with my fellow bloggers because I know they will understand my angst. This girl started by blogging about her affair with my then lover of 5 years, and when the damage had been done, would delete the blog. She'd do a hit and run. She's a coward, she's not the brightest filament in the bulb to boot, and she's still, to this day, unable to leave me in peace. I transferred my anger to the correct source, to Mr. He started the affair, continued it, played us against each other to his best advantage, and then cut me off like a jagged fingernail when my declaration of truth threatened his security. Nobody likes to be confronted with their own perfidy, it's an ugly picture. So I'm free of him, but DAMN I can't get fucking rid of his canker sore bitch.
I could post this as public, which would allow her to read it, and then she would get bent out of shape, get a hair up her considerable ass, and I'd probably get my first phone call from Mr. in 2 weeks telling me I should take this blog down. The result would be uniquely satisfying, would prove the fact that she is stalking me, yet it wouldn't solve the problem, because she'd still stalk the page. Malcolm, of course, had told me to simply ignore her because, again, to give her any attention is what she's really craving. She's an attention whore. Yet ignoring hasn't worked either, and my patience is at it's end...again. My friend Ondine would tell me to let it go, but I'm just too indignant to do that after the way Mr has ended things on MY end, yet lets his tramp continue to use her passive aggressive harassment techniques simply because he's too weak of a man to deal with it.
So aside from deleting this page and starting over, or transferring to a different blogging site, I'd welcome any opinions from my fellow bloggers and readers on how to get rid of this annoying and petty bitch.
I've pretty much had it as you can tell. I love my 360 page and don't want to abandon it if it's avoidable. Please leave your suggestions in the comments fields, or email me. I appreciate it!
**Making it public has been the overriding sentiment. You bunch of bear pokers! LOL, I KNEW I was in great company. Thanks for the emails and Miki thanks for your comment. Hugs.