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@linseelooo
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
I’m not even fully stoned and this is hilarious
CARRIE FISHER as Leia Organa in the Original Trilogy
And you'll never be her
Is anybody still out there??
Well, even if there isn’t anyone out there:
I’M BACK!
Why? After all this time? After years and so SO MUCH has happened?
IDK to be honest. Probably because my Mom died and my sister stopped talking to me because of it (and along with her the rest of the ‘family’ went), and I had my husband complain that I bug him too much at work, and I refuse to be one of those people who leans HEAVILY on my final child thus making him my emotional crutch.
Because I have people in my life I call friends, but I still don’t trust them and if I call it journaling I self-sabotage and refuse to journal and I really REALLY should be in therapy, but again can’t seem to trust people enough to let them in.
Because I feel lonely even though I’m surrounded by people (well, I created most of them & they’re needy as fuck, so they probably don’t count as people... more like leaches).
So, I’m back. Back to complain to strangers on the internet, who never asked but are GONNA LISTEN TO IT REGARDLESS...also Facebook is scary these days so I can’t be myself on there.
Um, yea. I guess that’s as good of place as any to start. And now I don’t know how to end it soooooo ok bye!
remember how low chris’ voice dropped when he said he wants to be a daddy because i sure af do
There’s an adorable 4-year-old in this picture somewhere... ❤️ if you can see him 😂 #camokid #kidswhohunt #laneandcarleigh #countryboy
These guys love their baby brother so much. Makes this mama’s heart explode 😘😘 #laneandcarleigh #davismakesfour
Merry Christmas Eve from Lane, Carleigh and Davis 🎄🎄
Happy Halloween 2017 🎃🎃 #halloween2017 #laneandcarleigh
30 week belly shot 😳 No, there’s not two in there again 😑 #babynumber4 #ijusthaveabigbellymmkay
@whiskeybars aw! Thank you so much for the love and support!! @ramblingsofasortadomesticgoddess we were talking csection because I had one previously with the twins. If my placenta had been overlapping my scar tissue, then he would prefer to not risk it. Cause it could rupture my scar tissue and force me to have emergency surgery and a subsequent hysterectomy. As of now, it's just anterior. Not overlapping any scar tissue so he is comfortable with me attempting a VBAC.
Almost 24 weeks
Today was my checkup with my doctor. I was under the impression that due to my anterior placenta, I would need to have a csection. According to my doctor that is not the case. He said that from what he saw at our anatomy scan, he is still comfortable with me attempting to deliver vaginally if that's what I want. But he did bring up a few reasons why a repeat csection wouldn't be terrible. 1) he could tie my tubes since we are 100% sure that this is our last baby. For some reason, this procedure makes me feel sad. I guess curtis and I had always agreed that he would get a vasectomy and I kind of put it out of my mind. Do I think I'll want another baby in a year or two? No. Do I think I'll remarry someday and need to keep that option open? Hell no. So why does the idea of my tubes getting tied bug me? 2) it has become glaringly obvious that I have diastasis recti with this growing belly. The doctor told me today that he could go in while in my abdomen and fix my stomach muscles for me. He said it's common to open them up when you have a csection, but he also commonly closes them up. He thinks of it as a "leave it the way you found it" kind of theory. I can't deny that this sounds appealing. I'm worried about what damage this does to my body and long term, what I want my post-babies body to look like. Not to mention, I would hate to have to shell out money later for a separate procedure to get it done. 3) we don't have reliable people to watch the older kids when I go in to labor. My parents are, at best, 2 hours away and that's if they leave right when I call them. My doctor did assure me to bring them if absolutely necessary, but my anxiety about not having proper care for them is not ideal. Planning a repeat csection would give me time to get my parents up here and plans arranged so I wouldn't have to stress. At the end of the day, I feel frustrated with myself that I'm considering a repeat csection simply for, what I deem, is convenience. This is my LAST baby. I would love to have him vaginally, and immediately skin to skin bonding with him. Not to mention I felt absolutely horrid after my first csection. I was out of it, drugged up and miserable. I've heard that the second one isn't nearly as bad, but catheter and IV and epidural/not being able to walk for a while. All of that sucks. I have time. My doctor says to wait for what the universe tells me to do. Curtis says I can do whatever I want, he supports it. I just don't know what to do. Oh and PS baby D (not revealing his name yet) looks perfect in all aspects and I couldn't be more thankful. He's incredibly active, situated squarely in my hips and lower abdomen, and getting so big and strong. I can't believe I'm almost 6 months pregnant!
We're having a boy 💙💙
This girl loves new shoes 😍 #chucks #journeyskidz #justlikemama