I am so fucking sick of being the nice one! Even when I wrote my autobiography I was nice. I could have made folk's eyes bleed, but I didn't. I choose to be the better person!
I am sick of taking the blame for the bastards who hurt my daughters! I was left to pick up the pieces of their broken souls! Plus I worked three jobs and remained the constant in their lives, when others jumped ship! I did the very best I could! I made mistakes because I'm not fucking perfect! Now when I need my daughters they hate me. Now I am the evil villain. No more!
I’m not staying around for this bullshit. I am not the family punching bag! I damn sure ain’t gonna move back closer to it. I did my job I raised my kids, and now that David- is gone, I see no reason for me to stick around! I have no desire to be trash-talked and blamed for my daughter's bad life decisions!
What about my son? He helped me move and gave me a job when I needed to earn extra money. I love my son, and he doesn't shut me out. He he has a family of his own and he works hard. My son and his wife are awesome! I figured anywhere I move they will come to visit when they can.
Well those are my thoughts for today. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas & Happy New Year