Ok yall not feeling well today i do believe i have the flu, but i want to give you a short read today. This is part1 of chp.3, and i apologize in advance for the shortness.
Now the only details i'm really going to get into about my rehab facility is that for one the food was amazing, two my mom and i faught several times, and i had a girlfriend. With that said let us move on to my release. Instead of going back to my moms my aunt took me in and i lived with her and my grandparents, and after fighting tooth and nail, my aunt finally had my mom sign guardianship over to her. I was goign to be enrolled at Central York High School, i lived in a clean house. It was perfect.
So all was well, until just a few days in. Not only did my nana and paw and aunt live in the house but my cousin and her husband lived there too. What i am about to disclose is an unforgivable act but to understand me fully it must be told. It was like any other normal day, well it started off as that, and was coming to a normal close just like any other night in the house, except everyone but me and my cousins husband. We were watching movies and everything was fine, he was drinking, i was just chilling then he offered me a beer, so i took it. Not a whole lot had been said between as the entire time we sat and watched the movies, until he asked me if we could have sex.
Until next time yall.....
Monday, November 18, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Confessions:Caution when reading...
This once again is off the path of my past recollections but I think yall may like another break from the drab story... This is sort of a confessions post for me actually. The following is everything, well almost everything I've done wrong, secret thoughts I have had, and lies I have told. So everyone hang on to your seats because some of these may involve you and apologies will be made along with the confession.
1) I slept with my ex-best friends boyfriend because she said I would never get a guy as good as hers... Now I would say I'm sorry for it but..... Well.... How do i say this... Look we are all grown ups here so I'll just say it.. I'd say sorry but she joined and enjoyed it...
2) Okay.. The first person i slept with was a chick. I was in 6th grade and she was a friend from class, it started as playing a game and then turned into...well i shouldn't have to go into detail.
3) I still have not forgiven my mom completely for everything that happened in the past and sometimes when i start an argument with her it's because i think she deserves getting yelled at. And no i'm not proud of it and i'm sorry for that, i try to let go but... I have issues with doing that,
4) Sometimes I wish i was a guy. Because when i look in the mirror sometimes i think i'd make a better dude than chick.
5) I stopped eating when i was about 16 for a guy that i fell head over heals with, but all he wanted was sex... And of course i ignored the obvious fact because i held on to invisible hope that he would really want me.
6) I got high and made out with my roommate for about 5 min. Then decided to go to sleep... Only because I wanted to back out of it. I didn't want things to be awkward between us and i really wasn't that into him.
7) I love weed. It really does help me sleep and when i smoke it relaxes me. Totally for legalization
8) I rekindled an old flame between an ex and myself, but realized i had changed and soon into the relationship wanted to break it off but was to afraid to do it. So i got a friend to tell him.
9) I cheated on 98% of my math tests in school. My family thinks i'm really smart but i am straight up stupid when it comes to that.
10) When i was married and things got hard i ran to my friend before my husband. And it was a friend he didn't trust so i had to lie about talking to her. That caused of course trust issues. I am sorry. Sorry because i was a coward not to go to him with the problems we had and instead run to an outsider. Sorry because in the end i lost him.
11) My divorce is mostly my fault. The knife that cut the rope is when i decided to come to PA to stay for awhile. But he told me he understood why i was doing it. I also got a piercing, that is now gone, that he hated and he finally told me never to come back.
12) I lied to my ex-husband about smoking for a long time. Finally in the middle of an argument i threw a pack of my cigs on the table in front of him and confessed.
13) I tried forcing my sister to get high, because i thought she needed to relax. I'm sorry Tay!!
14) I secretly wish i was like my cousin sarah. She is so pretty, has a great personality, is so damn creative and just an awesome person.
15) I threw a pair of scissors at my sisters fiance.
16) I have huge commitment issues and when someone gets to close i find a way to push them away. And i will do anything to push them away..ANYTHING!!
17) I lied to my aunt about something a counselor said once. I told her the counselor thought i should be in a home for girls. I did it because i wanted my aunt to be on my side and just to hear her say i didn't deserve to be in a place like that. But it back fired...She went to the counselor the next day.
18) I stole from a place i used to work at. All the time..
19) I had sex at work, a lot.
20) And to end this confession post... I envy the girl my ex is having a baby with...
okay yall this is by no means all of my confessions or the worst of what i've done or thought. so in the future there will be another confessions list. I hope yall dont quit reading because of some of the things i've confessed to doing... till next time....
And want to say sorry for everything i've done!!!
1) I slept with my ex-best friends boyfriend because she said I would never get a guy as good as hers... Now I would say I'm sorry for it but..... Well.... How do i say this... Look we are all grown ups here so I'll just say it.. I'd say sorry but she joined and enjoyed it...
2) Okay.. The first person i slept with was a chick. I was in 6th grade and she was a friend from class, it started as playing a game and then turned into...well i shouldn't have to go into detail.
3) I still have not forgiven my mom completely for everything that happened in the past and sometimes when i start an argument with her it's because i think she deserves getting yelled at. And no i'm not proud of it and i'm sorry for that, i try to let go but... I have issues with doing that,
4) Sometimes I wish i was a guy. Because when i look in the mirror sometimes i think i'd make a better dude than chick.
5) I stopped eating when i was about 16 for a guy that i fell head over heals with, but all he wanted was sex... And of course i ignored the obvious fact because i held on to invisible hope that he would really want me.
6) I got high and made out with my roommate for about 5 min. Then decided to go to sleep... Only because I wanted to back out of it. I didn't want things to be awkward between us and i really wasn't that into him.
7) I love weed. It really does help me sleep and when i smoke it relaxes me. Totally for legalization
8) I rekindled an old flame between an ex and myself, but realized i had changed and soon into the relationship wanted to break it off but was to afraid to do it. So i got a friend to tell him.
9) I cheated on 98% of my math tests in school. My family thinks i'm really smart but i am straight up stupid when it comes to that.
10) When i was married and things got hard i ran to my friend before my husband. And it was a friend he didn't trust so i had to lie about talking to her. That caused of course trust issues. I am sorry. Sorry because i was a coward not to go to him with the problems we had and instead run to an outsider. Sorry because in the end i lost him.
11) My divorce is mostly my fault. The knife that cut the rope is when i decided to come to PA to stay for awhile. But he told me he understood why i was doing it. I also got a piercing, that is now gone, that he hated and he finally told me never to come back.
12) I lied to my ex-husband about smoking for a long time. Finally in the middle of an argument i threw a pack of my cigs on the table in front of him and confessed.
13) I tried forcing my sister to get high, because i thought she needed to relax. I'm sorry Tay!!
14) I secretly wish i was like my cousin sarah. She is so pretty, has a great personality, is so damn creative and just an awesome person.
15) I threw a pair of scissors at my sisters fiance.
16) I have huge commitment issues and when someone gets to close i find a way to push them away. And i will do anything to push them away..ANYTHING!!
17) I lied to my aunt about something a counselor said once. I told her the counselor thought i should be in a home for girls. I did it because i wanted my aunt to be on my side and just to hear her say i didn't deserve to be in a place like that. But it back fired...She went to the counselor the next day.
18) I stole from a place i used to work at. All the time..
19) I had sex at work, a lot.
20) And to end this confession post... I envy the girl my ex is having a baby with...
okay yall this is by no means all of my confessions or the worst of what i've done or thought. so in the future there will be another confessions list. I hope yall dont quit reading because of some of the things i've confessed to doing... till next time....
And want to say sorry for everything i've done!!!
part2 chap.2
OK let me see if i can remember where I left off. I do believe i was blabbing on about how Tara and I refused to clean our trailer by ourselves, yea that sounds about right. So after what I'm pretty sure was a month of staying there my mom finally came home. Yes indeed and was clean and sober for the first time in a long time. God it was amazing, when we finally got back to our trailer when she got back we had normal family time that we spent together. We didn't have let's watch mom and dad get so messed up that they slur their words, fall over when they walk, and sooner or later just drool as a response to a question. Our lives were on track, or so I thought. We had a few good months and a clean house for a very short time period, soon my mom and dad went back to sitting their asses in bed all day barking orders at Tay and I, so therefore the house went to shit again. Then the pills started again, now I'm not really positive on when they started again but dammit, against all my hopes and wishes they did. I do remember a specific day though that i think triggered it.
For once in my so far miserable little life my parents allowed me to participate in a extracurricular activity for school, and I choose flag twirling. It was the greatest feeling in the world o finally be able to belong to a group, and me of all people, was actually surprisingly good at it. Now when i started twirling practice was always at the Spring Grove Intermediate school, but this time our coach wanted us at the high school where all the props were, so we could get a really good practice in and nail the routine, and I'm absolutely positive that I told my dad that before I left. Anyways practice lasted about two hours as usual then we packed up and everyone started to leave. I walked outside and waited a minute, and before the last girl left I asked to use her phone just so i could get a hold of my mother and make sure Richard was picking me up, but low and behold no answer! So I stood there for at least another hour, then eventually got a ride home, but couldn't tell you with who that part is all fuzzy, just know i got home.
When I arrived at home my mom was beside herself freaking out and pacing the floor. When I tried talking to her she just yelled at me and said "Your father hasn't come home yet and he's been gone for several hours, he left to go pick you up and hasn't been back!" I was shocked I just thought he forgot was all, and the poor guy was MIA, and now my mom was about to have a mental breakdown. So we waited, and waited, and waited some more, pretty much waited a long damn time when finally a knock at the door. Mom answered and it was Richards parents.
"Richard was in a car accident and he's at the hospital." Were the first words out of Paps mouth, no easing into it or anything just hit my mom with brick wall of info. What made it worse, and I feel really bad still to this day for my mom, his parents refused to take her to see him. They told her she could go when they pick him up, but until then her antzy ass could sit at home. Thank God we only had to wait until the next day before they went and got him, I was ready to tie my mom down, stuff a sock in her mouth, put tape around her head so it would stay and lock her ass in her bedroom just to get some piece and quite, she really was that off the wall batshit crazy that night.
Well Richard was home the very next day, and all was well in our happy little home and nothing bad ever happened again.
Wow I hope no one actually believed that, lord I crack myself up. Anyways not all was well, once he got home from he hospital is when the pill thing started and it was worse than before. Not only did I once again have to deal with that, but I had to live with Pap telling me all the time that it was my fault Richard had the car accident, if i wouldn't be running around at school on the weekends when I'm supposed to be at home this would have never happened. Then I was forced to quit twirling! So pretty much their abuse of drugs started because I was at practice that day, and i hated having that burden on my shoulders and thrown in my face everyday, all i have to say is depression is a bitch.
Also on top of dealing with dickheads, and drug abusers at home, I had to deal with them at school, but by this time I was at my limit of taking shit and going through what no kid should go through. I also forgot to mention that by this age children protective services at been to our house several times, probably because someone called and told them our house was full of animal crap, garbage, and my sister and i went to school smelling like a pile of shit and piss, but that's just a speculation. Not like I know the person personally. I was fed up with it all, I reached a breaking point, I could feel myself slipping from the last centimeter of a ledge i had left to stand on. The names I was called at school, the physical bullying that i went through, and several times told a counselor about but told me there was no evidence so they couldn't do anything, the blame for Richards accident, and insults from his parents, my parents constant state of fucked up, having to care for my sister. I was lost in a haze and slipping, there was nothing to grab onto it felt like, so i let myself go.
One day after school I went home and locked myself in my room, and i guess no one noticed i didn't emerge until the next morning because they were busy with their oxy, or hydros, maybe even some morphine. Anyways, I sat in my room writing a letter. It was what i planned to be the last thing i wrote in my entire life, a goodbye letter, or better yet known as a suicide note. I said goodbye to everyone in my family, explained why i did it, who i put the blame on, who should feel like shit because i was gone. I was angry, depressed and sad all at once and i wanted to make sure everyone knew it, especially my parents, and Richards parents. I wanted my mom to feel that empty spot in her chest because she lost me, because i had an empty spot in my life because of her pill addiction, and she let my sister and i both down. I finished the letter and placed it beside me on my bed so it would be easy to find, and i laid back onto my bed to reflect on everything for a minute, and before i knew it i was crying then i was asleep.
I had taken several pills, but nothing that would kill me come to find out just make me sick, I took ibuprofen, the 800mg ones. Yea i thought it would send me straight to the gates of hell, since you know suicide is a sin and all, but it didn't. I woke up the next morning like usual and took my ass to school. I still didn't feel any relief of depression and not succeeding in my own death didn't suddenly make me realize i have so much to live for, it pissed me off and i wanted it more than ever, so the entire day at school was plotting my own execution. It was close to the end of the day and i had finally figured it out, slicing my wrists, and i would make sure i did it deep enough that i definately bled out so i couldn't be revived. Perfect plan, until i decided to go talk to my counselor one last time.
He called an ambulance after he got done talking to me and they took me memorial hospital, where i was eventually visited by my aunt and her daughter and of course nana. I was being processed to go to a rehabilitation center to help me through my depression and any other mental issues i might have had. And after a few hours of waiting i was off in another ambulance on my way towards state college to a place called clear meadows.
till next time yall!!!
For once in my so far miserable little life my parents allowed me to participate in a extracurricular activity for school, and I choose flag twirling. It was the greatest feeling in the world o finally be able to belong to a group, and me of all people, was actually surprisingly good at it. Now when i started twirling practice was always at the Spring Grove Intermediate school, but this time our coach wanted us at the high school where all the props were, so we could get a really good practice in and nail the routine, and I'm absolutely positive that I told my dad that before I left. Anyways practice lasted about two hours as usual then we packed up and everyone started to leave. I walked outside and waited a minute, and before the last girl left I asked to use her phone just so i could get a hold of my mother and make sure Richard was picking me up, but low and behold no answer! So I stood there for at least another hour, then eventually got a ride home, but couldn't tell you with who that part is all fuzzy, just know i got home.
When I arrived at home my mom was beside herself freaking out and pacing the floor. When I tried talking to her she just yelled at me and said "Your father hasn't come home yet and he's been gone for several hours, he left to go pick you up and hasn't been back!" I was shocked I just thought he forgot was all, and the poor guy was MIA, and now my mom was about to have a mental breakdown. So we waited, and waited, and waited some more, pretty much waited a long damn time when finally a knock at the door. Mom answered and it was Richards parents.
"Richard was in a car accident and he's at the hospital." Were the first words out of Paps mouth, no easing into it or anything just hit my mom with brick wall of info. What made it worse, and I feel really bad still to this day for my mom, his parents refused to take her to see him. They told her she could go when they pick him up, but until then her antzy ass could sit at home. Thank God we only had to wait until the next day before they went and got him, I was ready to tie my mom down, stuff a sock in her mouth, put tape around her head so it would stay and lock her ass in her bedroom just to get some piece and quite, she really was that off the wall batshit crazy that night.
Well Richard was home the very next day, and all was well in our happy little home and nothing bad ever happened again.
Wow I hope no one actually believed that, lord I crack myself up. Anyways not all was well, once he got home from he hospital is when the pill thing started and it was worse than before. Not only did I once again have to deal with that, but I had to live with Pap telling me all the time that it was my fault Richard had the car accident, if i wouldn't be running around at school on the weekends when I'm supposed to be at home this would have never happened. Then I was forced to quit twirling! So pretty much their abuse of drugs started because I was at practice that day, and i hated having that burden on my shoulders and thrown in my face everyday, all i have to say is depression is a bitch.
Also on top of dealing with dickheads, and drug abusers at home, I had to deal with them at school, but by this time I was at my limit of taking shit and going through what no kid should go through. I also forgot to mention that by this age children protective services at been to our house several times, probably because someone called and told them our house was full of animal crap, garbage, and my sister and i went to school smelling like a pile of shit and piss, but that's just a speculation. Not like I know the person personally. I was fed up with it all, I reached a breaking point, I could feel myself slipping from the last centimeter of a ledge i had left to stand on. The names I was called at school, the physical bullying that i went through, and several times told a counselor about but told me there was no evidence so they couldn't do anything, the blame for Richards accident, and insults from his parents, my parents constant state of fucked up, having to care for my sister. I was lost in a haze and slipping, there was nothing to grab onto it felt like, so i let myself go.
One day after school I went home and locked myself in my room, and i guess no one noticed i didn't emerge until the next morning because they were busy with their oxy, or hydros, maybe even some morphine. Anyways, I sat in my room writing a letter. It was what i planned to be the last thing i wrote in my entire life, a goodbye letter, or better yet known as a suicide note. I said goodbye to everyone in my family, explained why i did it, who i put the blame on, who should feel like shit because i was gone. I was angry, depressed and sad all at once and i wanted to make sure everyone knew it, especially my parents, and Richards parents. I wanted my mom to feel that empty spot in her chest because she lost me, because i had an empty spot in my life because of her pill addiction, and she let my sister and i both down. I finished the letter and placed it beside me on my bed so it would be easy to find, and i laid back onto my bed to reflect on everything for a minute, and before i knew it i was crying then i was asleep.
I had taken several pills, but nothing that would kill me come to find out just make me sick, I took ibuprofen, the 800mg ones. Yea i thought it would send me straight to the gates of hell, since you know suicide is a sin and all, but it didn't. I woke up the next morning like usual and took my ass to school. I still didn't feel any relief of depression and not succeeding in my own death didn't suddenly make me realize i have so much to live for, it pissed me off and i wanted it more than ever, so the entire day at school was plotting my own execution. It was close to the end of the day and i had finally figured it out, slicing my wrists, and i would make sure i did it deep enough that i definately bled out so i couldn't be revived. Perfect plan, until i decided to go talk to my counselor one last time.
He called an ambulance after he got done talking to me and they took me memorial hospital, where i was eventually visited by my aunt and her daughter and of course nana. I was being processed to go to a rehabilitation center to help me through my depression and any other mental issues i might have had. And after a few hours of waiting i was off in another ambulance on my way towards state college to a place called clear meadows.
till next time yall!!!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
something from the present
Okay so let us take a short little break from the past and let me insert a present story of my life. Oh and i'm sorry if i am throwing a lot out there at once, but i feel as though i have plenty of stories and life events to share for awhile.
So on to the present. It has now been about two almost three weeks i think since i had my surgery. What surgery i'm sure is what yall are asking because most didn't even know it happened. Well i was pregnant, but it was an eptopic or tubal pregnancy. The baby was not in the uterus there for could not grow and survive properly, so i had to have my left tube removed which is where the baby was. Now i wasn't that far along and i hadn't known i was pregnant that long, only about a week i had known, but i was so excited and it still really hurts. I had wanted a baby for so long and to finally have it, but i woke up on November 2 with extremely bad bleeding and the next thing i know, after two ultrasounds, a few exams, and of course blood work, an OBGYN was standing in front of me telling me i had to pretty much abort this child. No words can describe the feeling i had, and even now while i'm writing this i am trying so hard not to tear up. And i haven't really had a chance to really sit down and just let my emotions out because i just keep being told well you weren't that far along, and better it happened now than farther along in your pregnancy. I try to tell myself those things to make sense of it but That's not how i feel about it. I feel heart broken, torn, i don't feel like myself. I find myself pondering over what i did that made this happen, and if i try to get pregnant again will this happen again. I want to cry, just sit and cry but it's almost like i can't.
Anyways on a extrememly happy note i just found out that my my cousin and best friend and greatest person ever, Sarah, is having another baby!!!!!! When i found out it was awesome i'm so excited. I didnt get to be around for the last one much because i lived in Missouri, but this time i'm here and ready!!!!!!
till next time yall!!!
So on to the present. It has now been about two almost three weeks i think since i had my surgery. What surgery i'm sure is what yall are asking because most didn't even know it happened. Well i was pregnant, but it was an eptopic or tubal pregnancy. The baby was not in the uterus there for could not grow and survive properly, so i had to have my left tube removed which is where the baby was. Now i wasn't that far along and i hadn't known i was pregnant that long, only about a week i had known, but i was so excited and it still really hurts. I had wanted a baby for so long and to finally have it, but i woke up on November 2 with extremely bad bleeding and the next thing i know, after two ultrasounds, a few exams, and of course blood work, an OBGYN was standing in front of me telling me i had to pretty much abort this child. No words can describe the feeling i had, and even now while i'm writing this i am trying so hard not to tear up. And i haven't really had a chance to really sit down and just let my emotions out because i just keep being told well you weren't that far along, and better it happened now than farther along in your pregnancy. I try to tell myself those things to make sense of it but That's not how i feel about it. I feel heart broken, torn, i don't feel like myself. I find myself pondering over what i did that made this happen, and if i try to get pregnant again will this happen again. I want to cry, just sit and cry but it's almost like i can't.
Anyways on a extrememly happy note i just found out that my my cousin and best friend and greatest person ever, Sarah, is having another baby!!!!!! When i found out it was awesome i'm so excited. I didnt get to be around for the last one much because i lived in Missouri, but this time i'm here and ready!!!!!!
till next time yall!!!
part1 of chpt.2
Okay so lets continue this little journey of an overview of my life. I'll try to loosen up on this a little bit, I started this as an autobiography and all proper, until a friend and family member mentioned making a blog. So now I feel like I should be a little more laid back in my writing, without skimping on details of course. Anyways lets go....
So there i was at fifteen watching my parents getting hauled away in an ambulance, and like I said it was a sad and happy moment all in one. Now I know there are some very intelligent and bright kids out there but still most of them would not have grasped the instant concept that, holy shit my parents are gone, my house is empty, it's just me and my sister, what the hell am I supposed to do??? But I did and my heart sank like a rock to my gut. Yes I had two sets of grandparents but my moms parents( aka nana and paw) had a houseful already and not much space for two more kids, and not to mention in a totally different school district. Then Richards parents ( aka mammaw and pap) only lived in a tiny two room house that was cluttered to the top, and did i mention that only one of the bedrooms was sleepable because the other was more cluttered by itself than the rest of the house. Mammaw slept on a recliner in the living room all the time for that reason. So yea it was an instant worry to me of where i would be going, sorry where Tay and I would be going. However after the "adults", which at that point the way everyone was acting and freaking out i felt more like an adult than them, got done talking the front runner in keeping the, what now just felt like two pity cases, children were Mammaw and Pap. Just for the very little and simple detail that they lived in our school district and no one at Nana and Paws had time to run us back and forth to school.
So the rest of that particular day was not as bad as the beginning, we went out to dinner for my birthday and went to see a movie, it was the rest of the month and year that sucked balls. Of course my sister and I stayed at Mammaws as discussed and tried making the best of it. Although at this point Richard had checked himself out of his rehab to detox at home, while my mom was still in some rehabilitation center in the mountains detoxing. Anyways when he came home to do his get off drugs thing it was awful, puking sounds all night along with crying and sobbing, I had and still have never heard a more wretched sound in my life, thank God that part only lasted about a week or so. The rest of the time he had to get over being a dickhead, which he is currently still working on but now i'm old enough i get to ignore him. Oh yea and all this was happening at Mammaw and Paps, it was all going down in a tiny ass house that everyone kept tripping over each other in. Well to skip a few steps and rather annoying and forgettable days, we stayed there about..... I wanna say close to a month, well it felt like it, and while we stayed there Mammaw, Pap and Richard would make us go down to our trailer to clean it. Yea that made sense, send two little kids down to clean an entire house while the adult assholes sat at home.... It didn't work out how they planned, we just went down there and sat.
well this is only part of chapter two but i will continue soon hope yall enjoy!!
So there i was at fifteen watching my parents getting hauled away in an ambulance, and like I said it was a sad and happy moment all in one. Now I know there are some very intelligent and bright kids out there but still most of them would not have grasped the instant concept that, holy shit my parents are gone, my house is empty, it's just me and my sister, what the hell am I supposed to do??? But I did and my heart sank like a rock to my gut. Yes I had two sets of grandparents but my moms parents( aka nana and paw) had a houseful already and not much space for two more kids, and not to mention in a totally different school district. Then Richards parents ( aka mammaw and pap) only lived in a tiny two room house that was cluttered to the top, and did i mention that only one of the bedrooms was sleepable because the other was more cluttered by itself than the rest of the house. Mammaw slept on a recliner in the living room all the time for that reason. So yea it was an instant worry to me of where i would be going, sorry where Tay and I would be going. However after the "adults", which at that point the way everyone was acting and freaking out i felt more like an adult than them, got done talking the front runner in keeping the, what now just felt like two pity cases, children were Mammaw and Pap. Just for the very little and simple detail that they lived in our school district and no one at Nana and Paws had time to run us back and forth to school.
So the rest of that particular day was not as bad as the beginning, we went out to dinner for my birthday and went to see a movie, it was the rest of the month and year that sucked balls. Of course my sister and I stayed at Mammaws as discussed and tried making the best of it. Although at this point Richard had checked himself out of his rehab to detox at home, while my mom was still in some rehabilitation center in the mountains detoxing. Anyways when he came home to do his get off drugs thing it was awful, puking sounds all night along with crying and sobbing, I had and still have never heard a more wretched sound in my life, thank God that part only lasted about a week or so. The rest of the time he had to get over being a dickhead, which he is currently still working on but now i'm old enough i get to ignore him. Oh yea and all this was happening at Mammaw and Paps, it was all going down in a tiny ass house that everyone kept tripping over each other in. Well to skip a few steps and rather annoying and forgettable days, we stayed there about..... I wanna say close to a month, well it felt like it, and while we stayed there Mammaw, Pap and Richard would make us go down to our trailer to clean it. Yea that made sense, send two little kids down to clean an entire house while the adult assholes sat at home.... It didn't work out how they planned, we just went down there and sat.
well this is only part of chapter two but i will continue soon hope yall enjoy!!
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