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Heartbroken.




I have this overwhelming desire to adopt a little girl who is unwanted by her mother. My health is not where it needs to be for that commitment, but, I want so badly to protect her and love her, so she never has to feel the pain & heartache I feel. Death seems better than the hurt, pain, heartbreak & even hearing “Im sorry I brought you into this world”. Well, I am sorry she did too, honestly. Yes I have a beautiful family, but I would have never known of them had she just “never brought me here”. Just knowing my own mother doesn’t love me, even going as far to sit by my abuser in court, yet still has the audacity to tell me she loves me makes me sick. I believed all the lies. Not all parents or grandparents love. Taylor was a year older than my SidneyBlake & I just can’t even. I’ll never understand why a mother doesn’t love or protect their child... ever. To me a mother who doesn’t love, protect or harms her child has a special place in hell. God gifted you that child to love and if you can’t or don’t want to there are many others out there who can and will!

(That’s what adoption is for! Don’t keep them for selfish reasons of your own, so they have to heal, seek therapy, or even commit suicide to be free of the hurt, heartache, abuse & suffering you caused them! I promised my dad I would NEVER rely on medication, EVEN with the death of my son I didn’t, but today the HELL my mommy dearest & “her friend” has put me through and claimed victim has caused me to be on medication daily to function the threats and abuse and even flashbacks of stuff I had to “sit down and shut up” on. While she goes out shopping, I cringe walking into a store because of her. (That story is coming!) everyone doesn’t live behind the white picket fence that is put on. Masks hide so much. Trust me wolves wear sheep’s clothes!

RIP Sweet Taylor ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ˜ญ


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