i got to thinking of the $200 I had saved to buy my family each. I felt so bad about how I've treated them, I bought myself one of these
I bought myself a Kindle Fire instead. Now if my mom wants to call me cold, selfish, and a bitch, at least she'll be close. Oh, and carry on about how I can't afford it.
But you guys got to check these things out---they are sweet......
http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Fire-Amazon-Tablet/dp/B0051VVOB2/ref=amb_link_359250382_2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-1&pf_rd_r=1G316E6AP24CQ633ZP4C&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1340226322&pf_rd_i=507846
My heart FELT small and my heart WAS FEELING broken~but anyone who gets spoken to by their parents in this manner:
Court order aside; it's over 1 year old now; I have to re-file....seems pointless given repeated violations and the fact that I am unlikely to see her again..since she leaves for Florida
But with respect to the voicemail and the proposed shopping trip:
- I never said that I didn't want to go.
- What I said was that I wanted to wear my "Coast Guard" t-shirt
- but any pants would need to be material I could tolerate without severe pain, as I would wear them for >4 hours.
But does a daughter's ache when her mother says
- "Fuck you you goddamned whore!""
- "You're a fucking bitch..."
- "I hate you--you are a pain in the ass."
- "You are so fucking crazy they will never find the right medication because you are so fucking stupid---assed nuts there will never exist a medication to treat 'crazy bitchy;'
- "You don't know shit about shit, and your medical problems is just a huge amount of imaginary BULLSHIT."
My mother said all of those.......
My stepmother: With the RSD;
- I tell her I have RSD
- I show her the letter from the www.rsdhope.org
- I send info on ME and on RSD
- I hear her say she has read it
- She even says she is "worried"
But when she shows up:
- We go from Winco
- Straight to Costco
- Then to Right Aide
- To about five different stores......
- Then to Walmart to shop for clothes "I need"
- none are things I can tolerate
- I want to rip them off within and sit in my chair naked.
Then she shows up a day or two later with groceries, smiling, presents. What is with that? Drive me into the ground until I am dead, and then smile pretty for the camera??
It really does make me feel like a whore to accept it, so I do my level best not to. I avoid her, and I try to stay the hell off the map... Christmas??? For them?? A nice e-card, pop a valium, and enjoy what I BOUGHT MYSELF:
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