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Things I'm Sick Of
There's a whole lot of stuff that I am sick of. I decided to write it down to see if it makes me feel better ( Read more... ) -
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The car tore up a few days ago. It died in the middle of town, at the intersection, and water and coolant poured out all over the asphalt in a rather gruesome display. Good fortune was with us because this happened to occur when we actually had some money. My screwed up luck would dictate that this sort of thing would happen when there is no money ( Read more... ) -
Mother again
If I EVER treat my children with the disrespect my mother shows me I hope lightening hits me and kills me right there on the spot. There is some kind of verbal abuse from this woman, every single day, toward me and my youngest son. I am sick of it. I am ready to take my children and leave here, leaving her to her own devices. I have cowered in her ( Read more... ) -
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I have gotten to the place that I really hate my own mother. I have walked with my head down all my life because of this superior, know-it-all, control freak bitch and now I have had to uproot my children's lives and move into her house to take care of her. She hurts my feelings EVERY SINGLE DAY. She controls my life. When she cannot control ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: I Love My Body Because…
I don't love my body!! It is absolutely hideous! I weigh 267 pounds. How could I love my body? Mercy sakes alive. Victoria don't have a secret big enough for me.