looking for my childhood
When my parents got divorced, they split up the family pocessions, that much is a given. It really didn't bother me, until I discovered he had taken my hummel. If you don't know what a Hummel is, they are a set of german figurines, based on the art work of a nun in the 30's. I don't normally flip for girly shit, but that Hummel was one of the few pieces of my heritage I had. It was given to my mother when I was born, and had always been in my room. It just was very close to me, a measure of pride to a certain extent. But no problem right? I should have just been able to get it back from my father.
Well not exactly, Daddy Dearest gave it to new mommy. (The man only thinks of me once a year, when christmas comes and my grandparents won't accept him into their house without his children by his side.) basically, he gave that psycho whore my baby picture. She of course won't give it to me, one, because I want it back, and two, because my mother once owned it, and by having it, it is just another way she can prove to my mother that anything my mother has, she can take away.
(Remember that person you competed with constantly throughout high school, although you were friends? Beware because that person may attempt to become you, make inference about the above)
Anyhow, I actually figured out the name and number of the Hummel (thank you Ames Public library). I also managed to track down the fucker online, but here is where it gets fun! The damn thing is $135. WEEEE Childhood is expensive to purchase. Anyone care to donate to my cause? I would just get therapy, but I think this would be cheaper.
O yeah here is a birthday idea: http://www.yque.com/godsavqueenw.html
Well not exactly, Daddy Dearest gave it to new mommy. (The man only thinks of me once a year, when christmas comes and my grandparents won't accept him into their house without his children by his side.) basically, he gave that psycho whore my baby picture. She of course won't give it to me, one, because I want it back, and two, because my mother once owned it, and by having it, it is just another way she can prove to my mother that anything my mother has, she can take away.
(Remember that person you competed with constantly throughout high school, although you were friends? Beware because that person may attempt to become you, make inference about the above)
Anyhow, I actually figured out the name and number of the Hummel (thank you Ames Public library). I also managed to track down the fucker online, but here is where it gets fun! The damn thing is $135. WEEEE Childhood is expensive to purchase. Anyone care to donate to my cause? I would just get therapy, but I think this would be cheaper.
O yeah here is a birthday idea: http://www.yque.com/godsavqueenw.html