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i hate this house so bad
so you're telling me the fifa world cup is all men? its all men's teams? and so is the superbowl? and all the sports teams that states are known for and make copious amounts of merch for are also men's teams? and only 5 women have ever entered formula one since its inception in 1950 and only two of them were able to compete? and this is normal? its acceptable?
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unfortunately i keep having days where im so exhausted and i finally fall into a deep enough sleep to dream and right as i get to cuss out my bil i wake up, pls universe let me cuss him out in my dream so i dont cuss him out irl, every day is becoming a struggle, i can only hold my tongue for so long.
iāve literally dreamt like maybe five times in the past several months and itās pissing me tf off cause i took pride in the fact i had vivid dreams and remembered all the details and this fucking house is so fucked up i canāt even sleep here, yes my sleep schedule is bad but even when it was good iād be woken up to screaming children or toys clanging or someone cooking or whatever the fuck. it pisses me tf off that he thinks he has the right to complain about this fucking house, YOU chose it, YOU got first dibs on fucking everything, and you donāt even do a single fucking thing. asking your child to do things for you cause youāre a lazy fat ass who thinks youāre entitled to everyone dropping to their knees fucking get a grip and understand youāre not hot shit and you donāt have any fucking bearing on my life. iāve lost any and all respect iāve ever had for him, he helps people for the benefit of making him look good, he speaks horribly TO his wife and about his wife, he fucking calls his wifeās abusive dad just to chat when neither of HIS FUCKING DAUGHTERS EVEN CALL HIM LIKE WTF, he puts himself and then his wife and then his three kids, he works constantly and comes home too tired to be a dad and so they only have the weekends and they go and just blow money they donāt have so his kids will grow up with the false perception i did too, i fear for their kids, i fucking fear for their lives, for the rest of their lives, theyāre not socialized, theyāre not given proper structure, thereās no discipline and their parents just donāt give a shit so they donāt, and that pisses me tf off, youāre grown ass fucking man fucking act like it, he didnāt even piss me off frl today itās just every single fucking day before today for the past several months, and iām fucking sick.
the second we move out of here and he tries to say literally any shit what so ever iām putting him in his fucking place i am not the one, i was raised by a narcissistic man who thinks heās an alpha who thinks heās intimidating, who peaked in highschool, and who is so fucking incompetent the children in my family have laughed at him for years for the stupid shit he says, i am not the fucking one.
thank you for coming to my ted talk i hope this all blows over one day and that i donāt reread this in a year and get even more angry.
karma is a bitch š
will you still love me when i hit my breaking point and become a raging bitch
everything is so unfair, iāve been so incredibly productive today and no oneās told me good job or nothin, why even be productive š
every single day i get sad and instead of processing it or talking to someone like a normal person i sob and post on tumblr and then scroll and then be reminded of why im sad and then scroll a different app and be reminded why im sad and then scroll a different app and get reminded of why im sad until i forget and go back to tumblr and be reminded again
i think what pisses me off the most about being an aunt is WATCHING your family set your nephews up for failure, knowing they should be doing better by them and they know that and yet they donāt do anything, yelling at your kids only goes so far, the fact YOU donāt care makes your kids not care. iām getting so sick and fucking tired of having to parent kids that i didnāt have, that donāt respect me or anyone else, that donāt listen, and that couldnāt care less if they get in trouble because thereās no fucking consequences. i feel so fucking horrible just having to sit aside and watch the fact thereās no behavioral growth. youāre supposed to set your kids up for success, youāre supposed to do every single thing you can so that your kids have the best possible life you can give them. itās really that fucking simple. donāt have fucking kids if you canāt be a fucking parent. like god fucking damn. every single day i figure something new out that i would never ever do to my kids, i will never raise my kids how i was raised and thatās the bottom line.
she talked shit to me a few months ago about how i turned out and blah blah blah okay so do fucking better for your kids cause youāre raising your kids the exact same fucking way as us and if you hate how i turned out so much then make sure your kids never turn out like me. like fuck.
iām so fucking tired, i hate fatherās day oh my actual fucking god
holy shit have you evver tried this new substance called album in order
fatherās day is usually my least favorite holiday, i hate having to be around my family being happy with their dads, i hate having to see how amazing of fathers everyone else gets, or to see my family become parents and be fathers of their own or husbands who are fathers that mine never was. and yet that didnāt even cross my mind once today while spending hours with my family, i think thatās progress, maybe iām healing, but this alone is proof that it does get better and easier.
happy fatherās day to all the daddies out there (an automated text i received from paul mccartney this morning)