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Can you guess.

2 different messages from 2 different family members. One I adore. The other, ha.. I wouldn’t even know her on the streets, nor would my children. Funny thing is.. she’s not even been apart of our lives.. & she thinks her words or lies bother me?? 

Ha! Nope, nope & nope. 


Can you guess which one I talk to and knows me the most? 
Can you guess the one who my children know? 
The one whose phone number I have or who has mine? 
The one who truly loves me, like family?

&&

Yep. The bottom one. And now I know why she’s not been apart of my life, but after spending a couple days with my mom, the first in God only knows how many years I mean my children are 19 & 20 and don’t even know her.. & she wasn’t around when dad died either. But she knows so much 🤣🤣🤣

“Hope my husband and boys love me” yep they sure do.. over {TWENTY} years with the same husband and raised both of my children -ON MY OWN! 

So let me just tell you.. while I’m here, not only does my husband and children love me, there are a TON of other people who love me... and family that has been here too so, you can laugh all you want.. You have not been here, nor do you know crap, but pile back in on my mom, not sure what you think you will get there, and I could care less... had I not called you out on your lies you would have never flipped but since I called you out while my mother was sitting right there when you said she wasn’t, you decide to attack me....🙄
 sooooooo..... you can take your lies and take a hike! Bye 👋🏼 








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