Silly woman, you can get any dick!
It amazes me how blind you are. How can you seriously miss something so obvious? Your son is depressed because of what his parents are doing. YOU and JOE. Not just Joe. YOU AND Joe. Maybe it's because you keep feeding him crap that isn't true, and then he gets confused. Leave him the fuck alone. You got me, you got Michael, now you have David. Victoria's the only one left, are you going to screw her up to? I just hope she's smarter than to take you seriously. You're a joke.
You just got your fucking job like a week ago, and already you're planning a vacation for next year!? I doubt you'll even keep it that long!!! No, I'll be fair. I won't doubt it, I'll bet on it. I'll bet you a lottery ticket, and give it to you anyway, that way you can cry about how close you were to "winning the big one" and getting your pathetic life back together through money. Even though, I'm pretty damn sure that if you won that much money, it'd go to no use. I can see it now.... a bigger TV, video games, an xbox maybe? DVDs, CDs, little fuzzy decorations to try to pretend your house is a home where people "live"?
And you're wrong about more than you can imagine. Not all teenagers were how you described them. Where's your proof? Dr. Phil? Come on, give me something solid. You have ONE teenager, me. And I treat you like shit because you are shit. You've hurt your children, but fool the world that you are a caring parent. Every friend I have and every person for the most part that I talk to have decent relationships with their parents. They talk, they joke. None of them can proclaim HATE towards either of them like I do. If you had just hurt me, I would have let it go. But you're still hurting the three people I love more than anyone in the world.
You ask me how you hurt me. I couldn't even get into it. You don't remember anything, you deny everyone, and you act like YOU know it all! You're the teenager!!! It's so simple.
Look how many people are against you. Both your ex husbands, your mother, your father (even though you don't believe it because he doesn't voice it), courts, DYFS, me... and yet you still say you're the victim. You're the abused.
Idiot. You're the accused, not the abused. You hurt, you're not the victim. No one knows you as well as I do, no matter how much you blow that statement off. I respect my father, and he's the one who limits my actions and punishes me. But I respect him, because he's not hurting people. He's a great father, even when I'm mad at him for not getting what I want. When it comes to you, it goes deeper. I just want you gone, you're so pathetic.
Too bad only the good die young. It seems I'm stuck living in the same world as you for a long time.
But don't think you're going to be a part of my life or my daughters. I don't have to accept you. Legal matters can be arranged... there is no law that says I have to call you "mom" or even see you.
So, go play video games and try to date online using old pictures from when you were thin and wore decent colors of makeup. I wish I could see their expressions when they see Bozo the Clown's twin sister walk into the diner with her non matching clothes and weird hair. Haha. Your life is so sad. You're only the victim of your own idiocy. Stop blaming the world for your life's demise. Look in the mirror if you can manage not to break it.
You just got your fucking job like a week ago, and already you're planning a vacation for next year!? I doubt you'll even keep it that long!!! No, I'll be fair. I won't doubt it, I'll bet on it. I'll bet you a lottery ticket, and give it to you anyway, that way you can cry about how close you were to "winning the big one" and getting your pathetic life back together through money. Even though, I'm pretty damn sure that if you won that much money, it'd go to no use. I can see it now.... a bigger TV, video games, an xbox maybe? DVDs, CDs, little fuzzy decorations to try to pretend your house is a home where people "live"?
And you're wrong about more than you can imagine. Not all teenagers were how you described them. Where's your proof? Dr. Phil? Come on, give me something solid. You have ONE teenager, me. And I treat you like shit because you are shit. You've hurt your children, but fool the world that you are a caring parent. Every friend I have and every person for the most part that I talk to have decent relationships with their parents. They talk, they joke. None of them can proclaim HATE towards either of them like I do. If you had just hurt me, I would have let it go. But you're still hurting the three people I love more than anyone in the world.
You ask me how you hurt me. I couldn't even get into it. You don't remember anything, you deny everyone, and you act like YOU know it all! You're the teenager!!! It's so simple.
Look how many people are against you. Both your ex husbands, your mother, your father (even though you don't believe it because he doesn't voice it), courts, DYFS, me... and yet you still say you're the victim. You're the abused.
Idiot. You're the accused, not the abused. You hurt, you're not the victim. No one knows you as well as I do, no matter how much you blow that statement off. I respect my father, and he's the one who limits my actions and punishes me. But I respect him, because he's not hurting people. He's a great father, even when I'm mad at him for not getting what I want. When it comes to you, it goes deeper. I just want you gone, you're so pathetic.
Too bad only the good die young. It seems I'm stuck living in the same world as you for a long time.
But don't think you're going to be a part of my life or my daughters. I don't have to accept you. Legal matters can be arranged... there is no law that says I have to call you "mom" or even see you.
So, go play video games and try to date online using old pictures from when you were thin and wore decent colors of makeup. I wish I could see their expressions when they see Bozo the Clown's twin sister walk into the diner with her non matching clothes and weird hair. Haha. Your life is so sad. You're only the victim of your own idiocy. Stop blaming the world for your life's demise. Look in the mirror if you can manage not to break it.