Between my family ditching me and then stealing my dog, the m/c, my mom putting my childhood dog down without them telling me or even asking me if I wanted to see him one last time, and everything else, I don’t want to do this anymore; I don’t know if I am strong enough to be able to do this anymore. But I guess I have to be.
I decided I will share my story of what happened to my children’s father. Our story begins way back when I was just 14-years-old. I had a friend tell me … Continue Reading You Will Always Be Missed
What do I do from here?
I am always looking at the negatives and tend to overlook the positives.
I can’t believe everything that I have been through this year. It’s so surreal. Trying to think back to everything that’s happened feels hazy. Like I cannot even trust my own perception of time.
This is my family, the people who are supposed to love me unconditionally obviously love me conditionally or no longer love me at all, in general.
“…Seriously though, I really do hate everything about you. As much as I hate you though, I feel obligated to love you.”
I have always been the bad one. The irresponsible one. The black sheep of the family. The one who’s always wrong. There is absolutely no point in me trying to defend myself or to speak my words. This is past words. This is dysfunctional and irreversibly broken right now.
12 Things That Change With Baby Number 2 Article By: Crystal Bassler The first baby is always difficult we don’t know what we’re doing, and we’re constantly making calls to … Continue Reading 12 Things That Change With Baby Number Two: By Crystal Bassler
Introduction to my article “Families Who Survived The Odds”
I feel kind of ridiculous now for posting about how going on vacation is going to be hard for me because of much I am going to want to drink. … Continue Reading The Bottle Took Her