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One of the hazards of putting your thoughts on paper is that they become open to analysis. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what has happened to me. One of my dear followers, Nina "Ninfamous," read my post about The Baby, and decided to weigh in on that situation. Click here to check it out.

On one hand, I have to say that I never expected anyone to read about my life and weigh in on it. Maybe I'm just naive, but I never thought anyone outside of my intimate circle of friends would care. So, I'm kind of outdone that Ms. Nina would invest her precious time. However, I do understand the necessity of it. As she so aptly points out, anyone with good sense can see the handwriting on the wall for The Baby and me. And sometimes, it takes an outside person to point out the obvious.

And let's be real...if she weighs in on my stuff...and I weigh in on hers, we both benefit from the exchange. And hopefully, someone will recognize themselves in all of this and not make a serious mistake in the process.

So, thank you, Nina, for your girl-to-girl favor. Even though it was completely unsolicited, it was on-point...and quite appreciated. Love, MackDiva

(Again, if you'd like to check out Ms. Nina, go to her blog, Nina vs. The World.)

Comments

Homie, I'm glad you see where I'm coming from. And I know in the end, your voice of reason will be your saving grace. :)
Plus, no matter what, I'll still be reading your blog. :P

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