It’s been a while since the day we met and I fell instantly in love with you. You were so intelligent, so patient with my mistakes, so forgiving. I’ve had two blogs with you myself, plus have been a member in three others. We watched our little darlings grow, and we grieved when this one shrank after someone maliciously deleted about half the content. But we recovered, and our relationship continued to thrive.
But now . . . When I try to log in to my blogs, I’m repeatedly told to try again. I put in my password, and you ask for it again . . . and again. You tell me my blog can’t be viewed in a frame, even though you know darn well I don’t have a frame. Once I finally get in, I blog, and it disappears into the ether. You layer my photos one on top of the other so only the last can be seen. You tinker with my format (and no one tinkers with my format!).
When I try to comment on someone else’s post or comment, you tell me I must use an old log-in that, frankly, looks nothing like me anymore. It’s like wearing fat clothes when you’ve gotten thin. It’s not amusing, and it’s not fun.
And when I try to appeal to you for help, you tell me that you’re so busy these days that you only help your paying customers.
Where, oh, where did it go so wrong?
Don’t fear, WordPress. I’m not leaving . . . yet. We’ll sit down someday and talk about it.
But a hint of warning — that guy Blogger and the other one, Blogspot, are looking pretty damn good these days. If you don’t return to the WordPress I fell in love with, don’t be surprised if I kick you to the curb for one of them.