Fake Me Is Gone

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Finally after 2 days, Facebook has removed the fake profile of me. I’m very relieved and glad. It was a bad experience that I hope never to repeat.

This is what they said:
“Thanks for bringing this profile to our attention. We’ve removed it from Facebook. We’re sorry this happened to you, and we’re working to make sure that everyone follows the Facebook Community Standards.”

I’m also glad I didn’t contact P to tell him because it wouldn’t have accomplished anything. He is the past and that’s where he needs to remain.

Thank you so much for all your words of support and for sharing my outrage n frustration. I know in the grand scheme of things it means very little but it is extremely unsettling n upsetting to have your identity stolen. Especially when you can actually view it up close on social media.

I still don’t know who was responsible or why and I probably never will. My husband is keeping an eye on our credit report just in case.

It’s been a rough week. A dear family friend who is also the Mom of one of my best friends had a sudden stroke and passed away a few days ago.  She beat breast cancer 2 years ago and was actually on a cruise with her other daughter and family.  A very lovely, thoughtful woman who used to call me on my birthday after my Mom died. Tomorrow’s the wake and Friday the funeral. Her husband of 45 years is afraid of boats, so he stayed home with my friend and her family.

I spent a few hours with them all on Monday then took my friend’s kids out for a bit so she could have some time to herself. The little one is 3 1/2 n did not want to put her shoes n socks on, yelling n trying to get away. Then I told her we were going to look at puppies n damn if she didn’t help us put them on her feet, smiling n giggling the whole time lol!! I figured it’s impossible to stay sad around puppies right? They had fun n so did I.

Mad Crazy Monday

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I was notified by Facebook this afternoon  that there was a profile that was very similar to mine. They asked if it was fake and so I looked at the profile. I was shocked!  It’s my name (minus the middle initial that I use for my maiden name) with MY FRIGGIN PHOTO!!!  The background photo is this very pretty shot of me in sunglasses LOL.  So someone made a fake profile using MY NAME and 2 PHOTOS OF ME!!!! I guess it’s a guy because it says that I can friend HIM to see what he shares with HIS friends.

I am soooo creeped out right now, I can’t even say.  My instagram was hacked about a month ago and while strange, I didn’t feel violated or too upset. This is completely different. Someone is pretending to BE ME!!!  When did I become a Kardashian!?!?!?! Who  the heck would want to impersonate me?? Luckily the account was only created 14 hours ago but now I have to wait for Facebook to check it out and see if the account violates any terms of service.  Um, I would think impersonating someone else using their name and photos violates, wouldn’t you??? LOL

Of course, 2 of my friends right away thought it had something to do with P. But honestly, he would have no reason to do something like that. I’m just pissed off n baffled. I’m going to go meditate lol. 

 

 

 

Sometimes Facebook is the devil

I wrote this last week before I decided to stop myself from looking.

I have been having a great week.  I’m happy and my heart is healing.  So then what possessed me to check out P’s facebook page? Seeing a family picture with her fake smiling as always. It’s completely looney tunes/bonkers! She’s one of those people that pretends everything is perfect, even with her marriage on the rocks, her daughter being thrown out of 8th grade, etc. As long as it looks good to others, who cares if everyone’s miserable?

I detest fakeness. Just be how you really are! Don’t pretend to be all sweet and happy in front of others, then be a miserable bitch to your family.

Why can’t people own their crazy, good and bad? When did being honest and authentic go out of style? I love to laugh and am generally a happy go lucky person. But I won’t pretend to be happy if I’m upset, angry or miserable.

He looked uncomfortable and not happy. But not as miserable as he has been. I guess pretending everything is wonderful isn’t as easy as it used to be. I actually feel sorry for the poor bastard.