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I think she blames everything that’s wrong with her life on my dad leaving her. I do understand if she’s still upset about it. It is awful to be heart broken, but it’s not his fault that she is treading in her sorrow. Let’s be real, if there is such a thing as a great ex husband, my dad meets the criteria. He came over and fixed all of our appliances for so long. And he paid her a ridiculous amount of money. We LIVED off of the money he sent us for years. I don’t understand how she could get angry at my dad when shit went wrong at our house. She acts like he sabotaged the house and then left us in it. The house was fine when he left, but she neglected things that needed to be checked regularly. Even recently, she did the same thing. She has a nice-ish car, but she mistreats it. It’s really really dirty and when it acts weird, she ignores it. She finally got it checked out, and the repairs are awful. But they wouldn’t have been needed if she didn’t drive around with the damage. It’s her own fault that it got so bad. When my dad left, he took nothing. No furniture or anything. I think that’s commendable. I wish she’d stop blaming everything that’s wrong with her life on her divorce. My dad paid her early a lot. He loaned her so much money. He paid for ALL of my medical supplies and my school stuff. And he’s currently paying 100 percent of my college. Like, take responsibility please.
looks like Bruce, the dad on Keeping up with the Kardashians.
because I don’t think it’s fair that Robert creeps on it so much. Which is why I need to make a new one where I don’t reveal myself.
like from the movie.
me: i literally just reblogged that
me: you're following both of us so why'd you reblog it from them and not me
me: is it because you don't like me
me: is it because i'm fat
I’m losing to will power to be. To exist. To interact. I just want to be alone forever, and I know how dangerous that is. Everything is starting to piss me off again. I can’t be comforted. I can’t be fixed. I just don’t want to be here. And while not being here, I want to be alone.
but today you get a card.
Dammit why am I doing this to myself?
