I'm 26, the mother of 2 and step-mom to one. I hate my husband who is spineless. He cares for no one but my step-daughter. She comes first and fucking foremost even over our newborn son. She is mental and evil; she's tried to kill the baby a millon times and she even poisoned me. My six year old had a transplant and she tortures him. She's only three. My husband thinks she's adorable and it's just terrible three's. What the hell ever.
I hate FSGS, the disease that almost killed my son. I hate trying to protect him from her and sickness. I hate trying not to feel like he's one day from death. I hate having no time to just breathe for fear of FSGS. I hate that my husband doesn't understand his disease or care to learn.
I hate that he's a weenie. I hate that he sends his mentally ill daughter to Roanoake to stay with her crack whore of a mother every weekend. She brings flus and viruses and infections to my house and my son is in the hospital trying not to die. I hate people. I hate rumors. I hate my ex-husband and dicks for dads. I hate being adopted. I hate being told what to do. I hate people. I hate me for not having the courage to end my life. |