To my great surprise, there are some followers still out there! Hi ladies! I responded on the original message...I hope that the correct way to do it these days...
Jesus could I sound any older??
Anywhozzles, lets do a quick update shall we?
Ok, last I left I gave birth to our littlest one Davis. He’s now 3. I know. Crazy.
Around 6ish months, I got a call from the babysitter that Davis was injured. Curtis got him before I did and checked him out and said he looked fine, minus a reddish bruise on the side of his head. A few days later that bruise swelled and we rushed him to the ER. He had suffered a skull fracture and had a minor brain bleed. We were sent by ambulance to the big city and released about 24 hours or so later. I quit my job that day and haven’t gone back. There’s a lot more too it, a CPS case, lawsuit, the babysitter trying to BLACKLIST me in our town with other sitters (like I can trust anyone with my kid again anyways), CPTSD-awakening (it’s what I’m calling it), and so many bad feelings. It was bad and I promise one day, I will share that story. Today is not that day.
In the CPTSD-awakening, I started therapy. Would you believe it, my childhood was SHITTY & being groomed then molested by my older Stepbrother wasn’t a “relationship” that I spent my WHOLE life (since I was 10?11?) ashamed of cause I thought I was a “sex obsessed child” & my mom probably had BPD & my stepdad is actually a Narcissist? I was SHOCKED and it literally fucked up my whole world. I cut off my Mom and Dad, which was fine til I cut them off from my kids. My mom simultaneously was sending me love cards, but calling my family in Florida and New York crying about how I took her grand babies from her (they would then harass me on FB until I deleted and blocked every.last.one). It was manipulative as fuck. Then May 2020, I got a call that she had died and my stepfather & siblings weren’t going to tell me. This also came from a step-sibling who later deleted and blocked me. The ONLY proof I have that my mother is dead, is the phone call I got from the ER doctor. And some text messages from my baby sister asking how I found out and if I remembered that my mom died thinking I hated her and I “get to live with that”. I never could find an obituary or any type of service that occurred, but it was in the thick of quarantine & apparently it had to be the great secret kept from yours truly. So, that opened another can of worms in therapy and apologies I’ll never get, but in a way she freed me. I have ZERO ties to my “family” now. She took all that with her when she left. It was a lesson that was a bitch to learn (still learning it tbh), but it may be the best one she taught me. The dreams that she’s still alive and just playing a joke on me are the worst though.
We recently bought our dream home and I’m gladly living my life as the ‘Queen of his Double Wide Trailer’ (please tell me you know that song). I went balls deep on my “farm” and got chicks and a pig to go with my dog and hens. Well, my dog decided that he prefers to eat animals rather then guard them, so he began to go after my hens and even my pig. Well, St. Patty’s Day he got my pig, who had to be put down. We then also made the decision to get rid of the dog. He had nipped at some of my male friends and even nipped some of the teenage boys. Once he ate my Dwight, I hated him. So, our little country life is having a bit of a rough start, but we’re not giving up. We’ll get some more animals soon, and I’ll do better research on dog breeds before I commit to a dog again. I’m finally in the country and I am waking up feeding animals and I guess, living out the life I always wanted. It’s all the things they said I couldn’t have. I’m going after all of it and sometimes I worry that I’m a bit cursed since it’s kinda going sideways (that little voice in our head can be SO LOUD), but I think that the most important part is that we haven’t given up. We won’t give up.
We are, coincidentally, starting court against Baby Mama again now. It’s been a lot with that crazy troll, including her having ANOTHER baby and not letting our son get his permit. He turned 16 in December and can’t get a job or even practice driving (even though he PASSED his permit test) because she’s a TWAT and won’t sign a form that says she gives her permission. It’s been so frustrating to deal with and I have so much built up rage that I both hope she shows up at my house, but also that I don’t have to see her or her TWATY mother. God that woman pisses me off so badly.
I think that’s all the major events. There’s been lots of other little things I’m missing, I’m sure, but I’ll remember most of it someday. Maybe.
Any questions that you got, shoot them my way! How is everyone else? I’m about to go stalk posts to catchup lol
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