So tonight I am really sad. You see about a week or two weeks ago my mom gave us a dog we renamed Daisy. Two days later she decided she wanted the dog back and made a big deal about it, and even had the cops make us give her back. We had baby sat the dog prior to this so we already cared, and being told the dog was ours was a wonderful treat, we were all excited, but especially my wife Astrid. She was our baby, and she loved us and we loved her.
My mom decided she was lonely and could not stand not having her. Which she should have never given her away in the first place if that was going to be the case. You can either handle the dog or you can’t you either want the dog or you don’t. You do not take backsies on a pet or living being or object over 50 dollars in value, it makes you a real cock sucker.
My mom is and has been convinced someone is trying to kill her and the dog, which would not the dog be safer with us if that were the case. What it boils down to is my mom is a narcissist, and we as a trio, myself, my wife, and my dad, all stood up to her at once. So she hurt us the last way she could. Take back the dog, and it worked. Bravo, good show. You alienated your last child and made it so there is very little chance of reconciliation.
She did much more than just this. She accused me of both being on and selling meth. Which I def have the physique of someone doing meth. More than this, I was sleeping with a ton of people I did not even know. Which is funny, I was having all this sex, and none of the fun, could not have been very good. I loved how she called me and my wife faggots, and hoped we would die, and said she could make it happen. She
So you see boys and girls and everything in between, my mom has never accepted me. She had never liked me, I have never been good enough for her. And it all goes all the way back to the fact I bonded better with my grandma Elder who she was and is jealous of. I hereby make the declaration publicly and without malice of any sort. Deloris Lorraine Elder is no longer my mother. Mothers do not treat their children the way she has treated me, and the time has come to burn this bridge and end the abuse once and for all.
So if she ever says anything to you about me, remember she is working off the working model about about 2012, which is the last time she lived with me longer than a few months. She does not know business Cas, or Cas at all. She knows virtually only what I have told her and my legal name. Beyond that, it’s like she is making stuff up just so she can be right, which is so stupid because I can prove her wrong.
So do I hate my mother? No, I pity who drug riddled ways, and that is truly what it is. I have seen enough meth heads to know. That crossed with her mental illnesses. She is a real mess. She is in the same boat with me as with my brother. MAYBE if she starts counseling, gets clean, is medicated, and is not a psycho bitch for a year or more I will give her a chance, short of that she can die alone, because I am finished.
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