i am really so sick of people telling me they care, i am here for you, you are like my sister, blah blah fucking blah!!!!!!!....my husband and i went to a little neighborhood get together, didn't really want to go because all i here about is who is buying what, who is thinner than who, same old bullshit but i went because my husband asked me to. about two hours into the whole thing my child shows up because the boy who lives in this house called her to find out where she was. long story short, i guess the were messing around throwing sarcastic comments at each other and he comes up to me and tells me if i don't get my daughter out of here he is going to pop her in the mouth. she is 15 he is 17! so i go tell me husband and i go get my daughter, all the other kids sitting there said it was all bullshit she didn't do anything! i left and took her with me. one of the women who was there claims that i am like her sister, best friend, so its monday mornng almost nine oclock, i left there at 4, hmmm, still hasn't called to see how i am! even after my husband told her what happened! i know its childish, but i am really so sick and tired of peoples bullshit. just venting, it really sucks when you feel you have no one, even if you are surrounded by people you are all alone.
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