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Originally Posted by jerseygrl684
Yeah, i think this is about the time i email my dad. I need something... because this isnt cuttin it. This isnt where I need to be.... I cannot do this right now and if she thinks im going to clean up for the showing, she has a sad sad fckin hope and a prayer.
mom just called me and was like "did u read my email" -in this cunt-y tone... so i said.. no i havent. She's like where is my housephone? i'm like ask chrissy, i dont have it. Then shes like "your sisters nurse just called me from the car, she is afraid for your sisters health.. she feels she is in a toxic environment.. and is upset that she is home alone when she can barely walk".... im like. um, bish was all catty on the phone and doin her hair n makeup before... so idk where she "made a turn for the worst"..... she was just yelling and screaming like a freakin animal before... so i dont know where this sudden inability to walk came into place.
She's like YOU DONT BELONG HERE, WHAT DONT YOU GET?
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Sorry Kelly but I can't read anymore. The last sentence of this post would have totally sealed the deal for me. If I had to sleep in fockin car tonight I would not sleep another night in that "toxic environment".
I really just don't get how parents can make such a difference between their own flesh and blood. Granted different children need different raising, but I just don't get it. maybe since I am an only child who knows. This shit goes on in my husbands family daily, and it drives me bananas. How can a parent so "oh your the bastard kid" look out for your ownself.
I say go to the bf's house too if just temporarily until you can find a permanent fix.