You are a s**t mother. Five days before your daughter’s 16th birthday you got high and drunk. Like always, right? You then started physically abusing the girls. The neighbor kid recorded you doing this and then you started bearing on him too. What the f**k is wrong with you? You refuse to allow their biological father to be in their lives. You trash talk him so badly that his own kids hate him. Why? Because you’re afraid of losing your punching bags? You have those girls so brainwashed that they’re afraid of a better life.Continue reading
I honestly don’t know when my life first started falling apart. At a young age I was abused by my stepfather, and the neighborhood I lived in was a terrible environment. My father had been out of the picture all of my life, so it was left to my mother to fend for herself, her siblings, and me.
Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe not to you, but to me it did. It mattered because the words stuck. It has been years, and they’re still there. I can still hear your voice in my head. I can hear it echo every time I look at the toilet, a razor blade, or a bridge. Do you not remember that day? The day you found out that my uncle had killed himself? Do you remember what you said? You said, “Too bad it wasn’t you.”
The neighbors said they heard him screaming, “HELP ME. PLEASE. HELP ME,” in his garage until they heard nothing more from there. Ever. Nobody called the police, and nobody said a word. Even when for three days, two strangers packed everything he owned into a U-Haul, sold what they could along the way, and then buried him in a shallow cement-coated grave two states away.Continue reading
To His “Kids,”
As he lay there dying, who held his hand? Who changed his multiple colostomy bags, gave him sponge baths, fed him, and listened to him? Certainly not his “kids.” No, it was I who held his hand and pushed his wheelchair. All while you did everything possible to create drama during the last year of his life.
It’s all just a f**king lottery. Unfortunately, I was given you as parents. It’s depressing to know that I was accidentally given to you. And it’s depressing to know that I will never have love because of you. I will never know love, and I will never be able to love, all because of you. I see my friends, and their crushes, or their loves, and I think, “How lucky are you to know how to love, and to have people in your life that care for you, love you, and couldn’t live without you?” Then I’ll look at my life, and I’ll feel rage and depression. And it’s all because of you.
As my parents, you were given the chance to make a positive imprint on my life, and you ruined it. You taught pain and fear while others taught their children love and kindness. Other children will grow up to have a family with someone they love. They’ll also have children that they truly care for. But you have ruined that for me. You showed me that children are like a noose, and that marriage will not last. Continue reading
Everyday is different for me, but some days are unbearable. I’m still trying to find my way around this world and get used to the fact that you are gone. We are now almost three years into this s**t! But how do you rearrange your life to adjust to something so heart shattering?
I think to myself all the time, “Why did my brother deserve to be murdered?” Why did God do this to us (family)? Am I being punished for something? Why did your son get cheated out of having his daddy around? You did everything right bro. Graduated, got a job, bought a house, and had a family. Still you were taken away from us in the worst way. It hurts so bad. Continue reading
I’ve been helping you with your problems for two damn years. I’ve forgiven you many times for all the insults and lies you have thrown at me. I even forgave you for breaking our friends group into pieces! We used to talk every single f**king day, but you ruined that for us.
You’re always pissy and bthy at my best friend (my ex-girlfriend too) because she confessed before you did! You hurt her and bth at her even if she never bthes back!
And you also lied to me for two straight years. You’ve made me feel like a miserable piece of s**t. I always thought my advice and kindness went past you and went right into the trash. I always thought it went through one ear and out the other. Almost as if I gave you nothing at all. Continue reading
It’s been four years since you left me without saying a word! We were together for nine years when you just got up and moved out. I KNEW you were screwing your married baby mama that you swore you hated. I KNEW all those years but I ignored it. That’s why I was so jealous, yet you made me feel like I was crazy! You even let her pay our rent with her husband’s money!
I KNEW you were on drugs. I KNEW your mom hated me. I couldn’t have been THAT bad if you stayed with me for nine years. I KNEW that marriage proposal was just because you felt like you HAD to propose after being with me for so long. I’m pissed that my kids loved and trusted you. They will never trust another man again. I hate that I STILL haven’t gotten over you. Continue reading
I can’t believe you! So, you think that you can completely cut me out of your life this summer after being my best friend since the third grade? You’re not responding to anything I say, you’re unfollowing me on social media, and you’re bashing me behind my back. It’s so messed up that you’re trying to turn MY friends against me!
If I did something wrong you could’ve told me. You did not have to do all of this to me! After all we’ve been through, this is what you do? It’s not fair! Thanks for wasting my time. This is the second time you’ve done this. You know what they say, “Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice, shame on me.” I’m not giving you a third chance. Continue reading