I take it back today is worse than yesterday my mother thinks she can help me I don't like being outside because when i make new friends they tend to stab me in the back she knows that and shes trying to force me out of the house she thinks that by shoving medicinces down my throat my bp will just go away. I take piano lessons from my neighbor across the street and its expensive my dad finally decided to pitch in and pay half of the lesson fees and now she wants to spend the money he send ME on herself. everything is always poor pitiful me with her she can't go one day without telling people how sick she is and she thinks everyone should bow down and kiss her feet because shes older. well screw her i don't think i want to be around someone who cant understand and respect my boundries do better in school go get me cheetos go get me a soda do this do that gimme gimme gimme thats all she ever says i hardly ever hear her say thank you and when she does she doesn't mean it. I hate living like this because no one respects me and no one cares about me. I want to go and live with my dad but she won't let me. she wants to keep me as her slave. i wish she would just dissapear for a few days then id have time to cool off and she could get it in her head that SHE CAN'T HELP ME!!!!
Posts You May Be Interested In
I miss traveling with my husband. Has anyone found a specific site regarding cruising for widow/widowers or any sightseeing trips. Not interested in being with couples and kids,,,I realize a cruise ship will have a portion size of families and couples, but perhaps they also put together a part of the cruise ship for groups of widows/widowers????
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...