M's Thoughts On: Her mother's Effin' Family
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, I want to hit something... Or cry, but I'll be damned and fucked in the brain before I do that.
My mother's side of the family can all go the Hell, for all I care. We went to a family reunion type thing, and of course, they'd all been drinking. There were fists thrown, including at me, while I held two squalling babies. I've got a black eye, a slipt lip, and a probabl new boyfriend.
There was a lovely young man there- In the army, and in full dress uniform, who came to my rescue. He restrained my uncle, who was the one who hit me, and tended to my wounds. His name is Richard, and he's best friends with one of my more favoured cousinsk, and he really is cute.
But, God damnit all! Why the fuck does everyone on that side of family have to unload all this shit on my mom? She's the only good one of the bunch, I swear. Bails them out of jail, gies them food, places to stay... And they fucking curse her out and beat on her oldest daughter{me, incase you didn't know}. Fuck. I hate them all. I really, really do. I threw a few punches myself, after the babies had been given to another. Uncle Jack will sporting a nice shiner for a whiler. Fucker. That was when Rich stepped in. Jack was about to hit me again, and he just sort of came out of now where and knocked the 6'3", 220 lbs man on his ass. I sort of laughed and then stumbled, because my aunt suckered punched me in the ribs from behind. She was the one who started it all. And then Rich just scooped me up in his arms, carried me a way, and called 911. It was all very romantic, now that I can reflect. At the time I just wanted to get the fuck at my Uncle, the fucking wife beater.
Fuck. Yeah. I'm getting angry again. I'm going to bed before I start to bawl.
My mother's side of the family can all go the Hell, for all I care. We went to a family reunion type thing, and of course, they'd all been drinking. There were fists thrown, including at me, while I held two squalling babies. I've got a black eye, a slipt lip, and a probabl new boyfriend.
There was a lovely young man there- In the army, and in full dress uniform, who came to my rescue. He restrained my uncle, who was the one who hit me, and tended to my wounds. His name is Richard, and he's best friends with one of my more favoured cousinsk, and he really is cute.
But, God damnit all! Why the fuck does everyone on that side of family have to unload all this shit on my mom? She's the only good one of the bunch, I swear. Bails them out of jail, gies them food, places to stay... And they fucking curse her out and beat on her oldest daughter{me, incase you didn't know}. Fuck. I hate them all. I really, really do. I threw a few punches myself, after the babies had been given to another. Uncle Jack will sporting a nice shiner for a whiler. Fucker. That was when Rich stepped in. Jack was about to hit me again, and he just sort of came out of now where and knocked the 6'3", 220 lbs man on his ass. I sort of laughed and then stumbled, because my aunt suckered punched me in the ribs from behind. She was the one who started it all. And then Rich just scooped me up in his arms, carried me a way, and called 911. It was all very romantic, now that I can reflect. At the time I just wanted to get the fuck at my Uncle, the fucking wife beater.
Fuck. Yeah. I'm getting angry again. I'm going to bed before I start to bawl.