She demanded yet again I write something and send it to her and I haven’t. How dare she glorify herself? I’m laying here so depressed I can’t get out of bed. I’m not going out of my way to stroke the ego of the monster who groomed me to make this bed and have to lie in it. I hate my mother and I don’t love my husband. I have MI now and I got triggered into it because of them. F them.
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"And don't say it hasn't been a little slice of heaven, 'cause it hasn't!"
. About Me--T
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