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Well, I bought some flowers, and some cushions for my chair. Michael picked out some earings and a key chain for me. It is official. I am done. Not only did the fuckers not wish me a happy Mother's Day but then he critizied my weight. I just afraid if you don't lose the weight you'll die and I will get stuck raising your kid. Fuck them and I hate them all. I just want to die. If it wasn't for Micheal I would do it I would. I hate my life and myself and everything but my son. HE is the only light in my life, I have nothing else. I need out of all of this.