so, a few weeks ago my mother says she has something to tell me before my next doctor appointment and to remind her when i get back in town. i'm figuring she just wants to reiterate the fact that she thinks she's sane and so he should to. wrong. i forget about this crap and a week and a half ago she brings it up again. i tell her that i don't see my doc for another 10 days and to just tell me now and get it over with. she finally does and it's a whammy. apparently my grandfather, who's been dead almost 20 years, molested her when she was about 5 years old. what the fuck?! how is this supposed to help me?! what made her think that i even cared? that crazy bitch told me that it may help me make some sense out of how she is. she's nuts, i'll tell you that (clemy can back me on this one). i don't doubt that this happened, i just know that it's not the answer to what she is.
the truth is, i don't even care. i just don't. this is the most noteworthy story from the past couple weeks and i had to share.
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the following is a bunch of useless crap that is really just a waste of your time so you should probably just exit now and save yourself 60 seconds that you may want back after reading this. that was a warning. really. my life is very uninteresting & sad. now i'm off to throw up the pie i just ate
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Weird. Totally like "Hey hunny, Merry Christmas, I got raped when I was little!"
I have no idea why people tell us these things, or how we're supposed to tolerate them because of it.
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