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I’m disrespectful 🤣 LOL!!!



I have lived that lying, manipulative, abusive, fraudulent life style long enough and it cost me my dad and my son.. and a world of hurt and peeling away layers of yuck.. not to meantion therapy bills and so much more I’ve yet to uncover.. I pulled that mask off years ago.. best thing ever.. maybe others should pull theirs off too.. it such a healing & freeing feeling not having to decide what mask to where or what personality you have to use...

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Y’all. I wish I could post this whole conversation and I will in time..

She didn’t even acknowledge her grandsons birthday yesterday, another blog on that too, but she, hasn’t in a couple of years, nor her other grandson either and hasn’t been to mine in a couple of years either... I bet you can guess why?!? And she blames me... scapegoat child here who gets the blame for EVERYTHING.. including killing my dad and son...

Can I add she’s not seen them in MONTHS?!!?

Ohh wait.. have you heard the rest of my blogs???? Hahahahaha!! This totally made me laugh.

& her and her friend call me sick??? Y’all. Ok. That denial is deep.. just as deep as the denial that my dad overdosed on...  it has to be a sad life to live in the lies, denial and keep it all together.

I’ll take it’s I’m the disrespectful one.. 🤣 LOL!! Well my golly I guess I am.
Because I refuse to stop bouncing that ball or sit down and shut up. Well played.



And while we are here guess what happened at my Mayo appts Friday.. that blog is coming soon..

Maybe I should just kill myself because she doesn’t remember that so she can cry and pity party that I’m gone... 😑 nope she doesn’t get that satisfaction even if she doesn’t remember saying it..  and a tonnnnnn of others love me and need me.. like my boys who doesn’t have grandparents....

Anyway.....

.... she doesn’t remember saying a lot. Gosh I wish she would come back to reality.. that must be a very heavy mask to carry..


Might I add I was hung up on again for speaking truth and calling it out.

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