I am just me. This is NOT a custody battle and I am NOT minor child. I cannot please everybody. I cannot be in many places at the same time. Although in my head I am a superhero, I am not physically capable of making this happen. It’s not enough that I am physically present it seems for some. In their minds, I must cater to their every whim and guilt laced plea. The adult me is capable of discerning bullshit. Please take some time and reflect and acknowledge your own baggage for exactly what it is. Please stop making piss poor attempts to project that madness onto me. I am sorry you are not happy. Please find your way to your own happiness. In the meantime, I will continue to breathe and put one foot in front of the other.
Why I Write…
I am a survivor who wants to tell her own story. I am not a professional blogger. I am just a writer who wants to write. If you take the time to read my words, you will get to know a lot about me. So this is me, writing. If you are up for anything, keep reading. Thanks for visiting!!
The Way My Mind Is Set Up…
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