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Dilemma 


My life is a dilemma!  To have a good day, that’s a dilemma. To have to deal with getting my kids butt moving to get to school and not let him keep doing this. Dilemma I like saying that word, Dil lem ma. Lol. Cool. 

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Does it???


Everything happens for a reason…..

Ok, I get some of it. My hard life may have strengthened me to fight my illness harder. 

But now, why can’t I get past it? 

Why can’t I just move on? 

I have been going through hell because the wedding is coming and I have to be with my family. I want to be ok there and just celebrate my brothers wedding.

I can’t get past that they wanted to take my son. Yes it was 17 years ago but I just found out details yesterday. I have 2 weeks to get myself together. Less than 2 weeks. Oct 8 .

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Pretend


Oh the fun I have with pretending to be happy. I pretend to know what I’m doing as I craft, as I function through my life. I think today I will pretend to know what I’m doing as I cut and sew, stencil and sponge. I could go on and on with this word. I pretend to be a photographer and artist……… Ok that’s enough. Lol. Let’s go pretend to have a great day!!

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Could it all just be me???


I went to see my younger brother today and as usual we talked about the family. I told him a lot on how I feel and he told me I was wrong pretty much. I said our mother was never there for me growing up, he said that makes no sense she is great to me and our older brother. I said whatever came into memory and he said it is out of our mothers character. I brought up, I wasn’t a problem kid like she says, how was I so bad, I didn’t come home pregnant till 22, wasn’t a junkie, didn’t even loose my virginity till almost 16. I didn’t understand at that age how I felt or how to express any of it. He said he didn’t understand, mom was not like that at all that he has seen. He is about 13, or so years younger than me. I can’t believe all this is from my father living in a diff state, we made our peace with each other when I was 20. The thing that I can’t get past is my mother and older brother talked about taking my son from me. It blows my mind. Our house burned 2 weeks b 4 my son’s first birthday.we went to live with my older brother. Him and his wife tried to change me drastically. Not just my hair and clothes and I moved out after two months even though they really didn’t think I should. I don’t k ow if it was then or before that but he claims they say my son was malnourished and always had bruises. I can’t even begin to argue how wrong that is. I can get his medical records from that time but I don’t understand they never tried talking to me, I never had the state involved except for the volunteer programs I was involved in. He said something had to make them decide that Jacob needed to be protected, they were just looking out for the best interest of Jacob. I do not understand any of this. I wasn’t born messed up. I was made that way, I didn’t chose abusive men because I felt like I, I didn’t think I deserved better. It all came from some were. Did it just come from me?