Tanya, by now you've been informed that I have cancelled the hearing in court. I know now that you read my blog, so I am going to share this with you......
The day you started questioning mine and my friends cross nursing community, you started a snowball that quickly took off out of control.
You publicly humiliated me.
You orchestrated a bias discussion that could only ever lead to destruction of my character.
In starting this, it lead to others displaying my photo's, again with all intention of bringing me down.
You told my mother she should be ashamed to call me her daughter. And in doing so, lead at least two other people to directly tell my mother she should be ashamed as well. I firmly believe, despite my saying in a prior blog post my brother was a catalyst, that you and these other people are responsible in my loosing my mum and my son loosing his nanny out of our lives for a month. She really was taken back with all the attack she personally received, and I'm sure she took a step into the shadows to cocoon herself away from this hate campaign.
It really did turn into that, a hate campaign.
You did not just leave it as difference of opinion.
You became obsessed.
You became a stalker.
You sent me text messages filled with aggression, sometimes several times a day.
You dampened my spirit during my first holiday away with my son, as you were texting me at least once a day while we were away.
You took it upon yourself to stalk the cyber trail of our community.
Finding my friends blog, you made numerous attempts of leaving attacking comments on any blog post containing activities you labelled "nutty hippy freak" stuff.
Due to you and your other co-haters, my friends blog has also been bombed with many a comment, full of hatred, from people reluctant to hear the facts.
We took the high road, we laid out the facts.
In response all we were getting was hatred and mocking.
You also cost me some friendships, several of which were merely "hangers on" types to see what "the goss" was in my life, so for that I thank you. But then there's others, and especially those that weren't met through you, that really hurt to loose. The ones that didn't say a word, just deleted me off their facebook accounts and have not spoken to me since, one in particular that has known me longer then she's known you, yet I lost her friendship.
You, or one of few that I can think of, gave my phone number to a third party.
This woman rang and abused me.
She claimed to have seen the photo's of me breastfeeding a 5yo(untrue, those girls are both under 2.5yrs old, but for the record, so what if it were a 5yo? You can't force a latch)
She labelled me a pedophile.
She said I should have my own child taken off me.
She said I should be sterilised.
She said I should be thrown in jail.
The one thing she did not do, is call with her number showing, or say who she was.
The one silly thing she did do, was leave it again as a message on voicemail.
But I know, that it's because of you, that this phone call happened.
You started this.
This hate campaign is yours.
The victim is me.
My friends also became victim, thanks to your obsession.
I received this phone call while in a baby change room at the local shops.
Lucky for me that my friends were right there with me.
Had I had this call on my own, it would have churned me up beyond comprehension.
As it was, it cut me to the core.
But with my friends strongly by my side, we decided it was time for action.
You were no longer going to get to us, we were taking our lives back.
As our children played, right there in the shopping centre, I began making phone calls.
The first was to my mobile carrier.
Thanks to you, I've had to change my phone number.
This cost me money, a fee they were willing to wave if I had already been to the police, but I just wanted these calls and text messages to stop immediately, so I had to wear the cost.
That phone number was special to me.
It was obtained in the days that you could pick your own number, it had my birthday in it.
Now I have a generic number.
Every phone call I make I have to write this number down to tell the receiver, because I don't know my own number. It's annoying.
I have had to make a lot of phone calls, informing a lot of people and organisations of this number change.
Even now, I am finding I have missed things, such as appointments, because I didn't give my number out to everyone I should have yet.
That day in the shopping centre playground, we also debated whether to take legal action.
One of our friends works in the area of law, and he advised I go to court to apply for an intervention order against you.
Upon calling the courts, I was told to come for an appointment the following week.
When this day came, as we entered the court house, I was over come with flash backs to my childhood. Of the time my family spent in this very court house, taking legal action against a relative who had molested myself and other members of the family.
These memories were so vivid, I saw his face amongst the crowd, I felt like running.
I wanted to leave that court house before I had even spoken to anyone, because those memories made me sick, but what was happening now was making me sick.
I was the victim of a hate campaign, and it had to stop.
Filling out the form for the intervention order, it seemed we had a great case against you.
Almost every box on the list could be ticked.
This was a form for a stalker, and you had performed almost every act on that list.
Once I completed these forms, I knew in my mind that I was doing the right thing, that form told me the seriousness of the situation.
By being able to tick almost every box, it told me you had gone too far.
Way too far.
I waited for backlash after that day.
We were all sure we would hear something from "the haters".
My friends blog was still getting anonymous comments, we were now pretty sure which ones came from you, partly because of the grammar, but also because my friend is far more computer savvy then I and she can trace the ISP address.
We still have one mutual friend.
But, to her credit, she has not asked me anything about this.
Nor have I asked her about you, as I figure that would leave me open to her telling you anything you wanted to know about me.
So I have no idea your reaction to being served those papers.
All I hope for though, is that they gave you a serious wake-up call.
What you personally did, and what you instigated, was very serious.
It caused much upset, in mine and my friends lives.
All I wanted was for it to stop, but also for you all to realise that what you were doing to us was wrong.
Our cross nursing is not wrong, it is practiced the world over, it is far more common then you know.
But what you did to us, what you allowed other people to do to us, was so very very wrong.
I have now cancelled the hearing for the intervention order.
You got lucky.
It is not anything you did or did not do that got me to this decision.
It was purely the fear of the court and the memories that place evokes, that brought me to this decision.
You will be reading this post, so will several others of "the haters", and I'm baffled as to why.
You all rejoiced when I deleted you all off my facebook, saying you won't have to read my "crap" anymore.
Yet, in that very same space that that was said, one of you suggested you can keep informed by reading my blog, and obviously that of my friends.
We all know our blogs are open for the world to read, but it just truly baffles me as to why people who make such comments would try and keep up with the cyber trail of our lives, when you were sick of seeing it.
You took a big chance in commenting on my blog, especially after being served with papers for an intention of an intervention order.
Which brings up another point, it's thanks to you and this hate campaign that I missed the first few weeks of my new niece and nephew's lives.
I'm really unsure as to motivations, but every time something has happened that is controversial that involves me on facebook, my sister gets a wave of my supposed friends adding her. Why? Thinking we were getting along and trying to get goss off her page? Or knowing we were not getting along and trying to pull my own sister into this disgusting campaign?
What ever it was, it worked.
And thanks to that, you robbed me of time with my new family members.
Thankfully, I have done a lot of soul searching, and it's thanks to me, and only me, that we now have a sisterly relationship.
Thanks to my sister too, for agreeing to wipe our slates clean.
That blog comment in itself made me question whether you took it seriously, whether you understood what it meant.
You were not supposed to go anywhere near me or interact with me, yet there you are reading my blog.
Funnily enough, I'd be none the wiser had you not commented, so you really struck it lucky that I didn't react.
It is not at all because your comment was seemingly nice that I have dropped this, I was very sceptical of whether it really was nice or had an ulterior motive.
Either way, we will not face each other in court.
Oh, just a footnote for certain others of the hate campaign who may be reading this......
Ummm duh, of course I can shower without my husband home, but as another pointed out, it would then involve him playing in or near the bathroom with toys, therefore taking away the one time of the day that is my own to have on my own(yes, even us attachment parenting folk do need a little "me" time!).
You will see, your child is not as mobile yet, and as has happened with every other situation that you have acted the expert on, your child will come to this stage.
And for the venom that's come off your tongue.....I hope he's the biggest brat out!!!
We also came well prepared for 
