raw unfiltered life.

i don’t want to burden any humans with my problems, so I’ll just post here.

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i’m really not doing okay and could really use a lottery win or something like…i need to escape, again.

I’m so tired of having to escape every relationship. I’m not dating another soul. I just cannot risk my mental health anymore.

But this is why I don’t talk to my friends. I can hardly get it out anyway & I don’t like repeating myself. Also I don’t like burdening people with once again, feather picked the wrong mf to trust. 🙄 it’s boring old news.

[littlemisseider]

Here’s a cute little video from a live on TikTok that I did a while ago. My markers died so it’s a work in progress. But hey, this is my friction of the almighty dollar.

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I feel like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Red flags are here & they aren’t going away. I’m constantly having to correct him on how the fuck to speak to me. Like, there’s no respect. One day he will praise me beyond comparison & the next (or hours later) he’s saying or doing some certified dumb ass shit & i get so hurt because it’s usually some stupid joke at my expense, or just blatantly diminishing me, like my opinion is meaningless or like I don’t make sacrifices too. The opinion is usually the correct answer, not to toot my own horn. But fuck it, i fucking will.

My intuition is fucking brilliant. I have ignored it for far too long now. I refuse to give my power away to someone who refuses to speak to me with dignity & love, or even do the barest of minimum habit changes to prevent my bodily pain. Nope, I’m just nagging. Bitching. Complaining. I’ve heard the same exact responses from previous partners, and in the end of *those* relationships, well, it wasn’t pretty anyway.

So now i am working in EARNEST to build my business from the ground up. I have signed on with Tap Stitch to create a fashion collection drawn by my own little fingers. Requests are always welcome, and if it sparks my imagination I’ll run with it! And I’ve signed up with Big Cartel to operate the website side of stuff. It should all link up with my Etsy shop & ta-da!

I also want to possibly create specific collections for charities or causes i feel passionately about. And i would loooove to collab with folks who like my art style and love a cause that i may not even be aware of! There are so many. While that’s unfortunate to think about, it’s also proof that people DO care!!! And I’m fucking here for it, so let’s do the damn thing. I’ll add the link to my shop once it goes live, but it’ll be heavily centered around my “art” name - Southern Plumage.

Might possibly do some Patreon stuff, behind-the-scenes type exclusives, maybe even lives idk, I’ve gotta research Patreon’s options there. So yeah. I guess I’ll go make some social media posts about plans and moves…but not too much info. Gotta keep some stuff close to the chest.

If anyone reads these…wish me luck 🍀

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Didn’t walk in to catch her peeing on anything, but it’s obvious she did.

We’ve had this conversation before: you cannot punish an animal unless they are actively doing something. Otherwise, we do not know that animals understand exactly what’s up.

So as he grabs her & carries her toward the peed on towel, I tell him, “No, you cannot punish her, you didn’t catch her in the act.” I hear him mumbling and repeated for him to not spank her, she didn’t JUST do it.

Then I heard the smack & I heard her meow as she ran off and I didn’t think. Just grabbed up the waist harness I was wearing just before & I stormed toward him. I watched his eyes as I opened the harness so the buttons would land decently enough, along with the little rings wherever it decided to wrap around.

I swung once at his legs, the calves to be precise. I TOLD him not to hit her. I told him that he cannot punish her because she didn’t *just* piss there (it was barely damp, it had been a minute). So as I swung low, he was like, “wtf” & I’m like, “I told you not to touch her. You do not hit her. You completely ignored me. That’s what you deserve.”

And he did and I’m not sad about it. Do not abuse an animal in front of me. Specially after I just asked you not to, AFTER you agreed previously that the only time to “spank” (literally a tap with the pads of the fingies to get the attention, with a firm NO works wonders) is when you CATCH them in the act of the bad thing.

I will hit back because that animal cannot.

I will hit back because that child cannot.

I will hit back because that person cannot.

I will not stand by and watch abuse. Never again will I allow abuse towards me or anything or anyone in my vicinity. I will hit back. And I guess that means I need to learn some MMA moves for protection/defense and how to work the ground offensively.

Photo of the harness, because I’m like that long haired man from the middle of the desert when it comes to protecting the babies, all the babies. I’ll whip a hoe lolololol

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It’s 1am. I just wanted to wake up, smoke a blunnie, get some morning head & then go back to bed. Bruh, that’s far from what occurred.

We argued, ALL DAY Monday. Then yesterday a little, but I stopped that by “don’t respond to me unless you want to address this” which became hours later & an unrelated conversation. Okay. So, unresolved, *again*.

Tonight though…tonight I was listening to him boohoo about how “other men” (gave an example of some guy also?) can afford to pay for their bills and keep themselves alive and yadda yadda…same shit, different day. This man ✨has insurance✨ and I am his therapist. Please, how do I get paid for this role? I only signed up for the girlfriend…

I am on edge. I am so very close to manic…that uncomfortable energy where…it’s there, you only need one teensy tiny little shove. It’s building, like hunger pains, that bubbling feels in your throat like you gotta burp or some shit (I don’t make the rules), but no matter what you do, that knotty ball will NOT go away. One manic episode, coming right up.

I literally went for just the tips on my hair for blonde…urhmmmm it’s more like some sorta grown-out or balayage (???) look maybe? Idk I thought it was cute I’ll post the pic here I probably really fucked it up though lmaoo oh well it’s hair whatever so yeah, that’s the edge of oblivion speaking because I would so shave it off rn

Anywayyyyyy so this bitch is complaining (I’m sorry, I am pissed and he’s being a bitch and that is what I shall refer to him as because bitch…LISTEN. Homeboy over here is complaining about “guys” being able to afford shit out here who don’t even deserve it & I just KNEW it was going to eventually lead to the lines of, “Well Tyler and his whole family are literally scamming the healthcare system & making a killing but I can’t afford to provide for my family.”

I started gently, I swear.

But he spoke over me, THEN told me to shut the fuck up. What was I saying, you ask? Oh, just that none of those guys were better than him just because they can afford shit. That just means that they get paid more because they either know someone or kiss someone’s ass or they’re just using credit cards bro. NONE of these guys are better. You have to acknowledge that it’s your job. <<~~AND me not having a job so I can chase my dreams? KILLING ME INSIDE BRO, the guilttttt but he wants to give me my dreams so bad~~>> I’ve been applying even though I know I will have break downs every single day. I won’t be able to handle it, I can barely fucking handle the grocery store. I’m so overwhelmed, I’m literally sitting here silently typing with hot ass tears streaming down my face wtf is my life? Stupid, that’s what.

The “shut the fuck up” sent me. Ohhhhhh boy. No no no no Joe, we are NOT doing that. And that condescending tone, the accent on the U in fuck, like you’ve ever heard someone say it like that in real life bitch get outta here you have NO GROUNDS to stand upon, acting like you’re fucking better than me, coupled with that James Franco bullshit up & down look with the stank face — verily screaming that he is “more than” me. Bitch no.

I threw the blunt at him (still lit? Idk maybe), threw the lighter at him (both at tummy level where he’s thickest), and I told him don’t tell me to shut the fuck up and stormed off. I did slam the bedroom door. Sue me. They literally make bombs and shit down there & leave parts of their fucking car repairs laying all over the god damn parking lot, I am pissed and he KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING. He didn’t like what I was saying, even though I was watching my tone, watching the language, trying to build him up while still letting him hear the “unfortunately your job doesn’t pay that much but you decided to stay when you could’ve left”, he got big emotions over that & thought he could control me and shut me down.

THEN HE TOOK THE BLUNT AND OUT IT IN HIS BEDSIDE TABLE AND HELD THE FUCKING DRAWER CLOSED WHEN I SAID “oh hell no, absolutely not you aren’t hiding shit from me just because you’re big mad”

After yanking that shit outta his hands because I do not care about physical possessions, it’s the god damn audacity that he would take the blunt that I bought with my VERY LIMITED MONEY (the rest of it, to the last dime; I have one dime) for us to SHARE because “we’re a team and my money is yours and blahblahblah”. Okay. Sooooo, when you take the blunt that I was coming back into the kitchen to smoke with you while NOT shutting the fuck up (triggered me will give you the hard pill and force that shit down your throat like you’re a god damn dog refusing to take his meddies) & you take that blunt and try to hide it from me to shut me up??? Uh-uh bubba, now you have set the divide - yours vs. mine - and baby that is MINE so give it to me and I will do the thing you were SCARED I was going to do, smoke it and not offer you a single fucking but while you pout in the bed room after being fucking demolished with the truth.

I cannot be kind any more, and I fucking hate it.

I was trying to be kind. So fucking hard. I deal with bullies all the fucking time, but whatever. He’s not supposed to be one of them, but here we are, another cause for my motherfucking anxiety & depression.

Only this time I’ve done it to myself by quitting my fucking job and having a mental break down and not seeking medical attention and continuing to not seek medical attention because I do not have insurance and I cannot afford the bills for the doctors because no one wants to buy my work soooooooo. Yeah. I’ve got nada. I cannot afford to take care of myself or my child because I believed the hype from my friends & strangers about my art, and the promise from Joseph that he was going to do more - apply for a better paying department in the city, get his CDL, other things - and that I could quit my job if I seriously needed to, follow my dreams, etc. For the mental health, huzzah!! He wanted nothing more than that Nuclear Family bullshit, hybrid type where I was a little artist and he was “The Manly Male Man Making the Bacon” type shit, like his father & his father before him.

Only, this is 2026 and we live in America so like…maybe this will NEVER work unless you work some bullshit job that steals your fucking soul (like you already do but continue to choose over all else).

He’s got anxiety & all this, but he’s also a hypochondriac, self-admitted, that he will worry about a thing so hard until he’s proven it’s not that serious. I keep applying to jobs behind his back. A friend offered to pay me to take her to appointments and shit, I mean I might as well 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just keep telling him that if he’s worried about having to chat with others & be their “friend”, then he could just get a forklift job in a warehouse & then he’d only have to talk to select people. Or he could deliver shit if I Truly do make him want to improve so badly that he could overcome his anxiety and drive again if he needed to for a job. Bröther…you need to if you want this little dream of yours to work with my little dream.

My dreams are expensive. I need donors but I’ll never get them. I am literally a starving artist. He asked me earlier how do I have such a beautiful body & I was like, “auhhhhhh…starvation?” It wasn’t funny to him. Sorry bro, I’m depressed. Dark humor is what you get when you ask sexual BULLSHIT when you know FROM OUR PREVIOUS ARGUMENTS per the texts I told you not to respond to until you sit with it and understand it. You have not responded to EITHER of those very long & detailed accounts of where the fuck I’m coming from, part 256, because you never listen to the shit I say.

God damn it.

I just need to be single.

Or I need a donor or whatever you call it, sponsor???

I need that so I can supply myself with a tiny rental property with a room for my son (some little shitty house in the sticks somewhere), a baby greenhouse that I’ll build myself, space to do art & put my meager belongings, and no one fucking with my mental health. I am SO FUCKING SICK OF HUMAN BEINGS because of a select *few* dipshit human beings who REFUSE to utilize their fucking brain yet claim to love me and then sit here and REFUSE to use his insurance to get therapy and medication for the bullshit mental health (anger problems) they have, meanwhile I am ✨literally✨ cracking from the pressure AGAIN because I too need therapy and medication but I literally cannot afford them and I cannot go to get them because I need to be available for him and also I just am so fucking overwhelmed that I need someone to go with me

And he’s quickly becoming someone I do not want around and this saddens me even more and I tell him that and I beg him to please work on the things I’ve begged of him, simple things that are literal bare minimum, like respecting boundaries and ptsd triggers and things like that, and he can’t even be bothered and honestly I am fucking STUCK STUCK my dudes I have NOTHING, I sold my SUV and now have a fucked up tiny car (driver door won’t open because Declan hit it with the gator that Joseph was letting him drive…I should not have allowed it, it’s my fault as the adult here) with a car payment I cannot afford, I sold my electronics, everything so that we could get this place, so that we could have a home.

I’m VERY stuck and have no way out and I cannot afford anything and this car will be towed. He’s literally paying for everything and I am seeing all of these red flags and the alarm bells are going off because the shit he’s saying the way he’s ignoring triggers because he just doesn’t seem to be bothered to care I cannot.

I cannot.

I need help.

Again.

I hate myself.

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I guess I’ll start posting all of my “complaints” here because I complain too much but years & years of bottling things up and letting them fester is how I ended up in this terrible apocalyptic mental nightmare headspace I’m in now.

I can no longer be sweet little Feather. No…I’m calling people out on their terrible bullshit, their stupid bullshit, whatever bullshit they’re on, I can’t hold it in. Family, strangers? No one is safe. They’re acting like idiots and I need to inform them that they’re fucking dumb as shit & so inconsiderate of their fellow human.

In true Feather fashion, I am so so sweet and gentle about it at first, or if the person is a jokester I crack a joke about it with a condescending punch line about how it’s bad…people usually get the “hint”. It’s the ones that don’t understand it that bother me. And it’s getting worse. I used to be able to put a mask over it, but now days that mask has slipped and there’s no wondering about the identity underneath. It’s not cute..it’s tired of repeating itself, yanno?

I’m fucking overwhelmed, man. I’m a Good Person, but I’m cracking, quickly. I’ve begged for help, I’ve talked nonstop about it. I’m making people sick of my “complaining”. I’m sharing real ass deep thought bullshit, on Facebook of all places, because I’m treating it like a personal blog. Hey, if shit gets enough traction, then I’ll get a paycheck. I mean…it’s real life shit. People out here are making shit up and getting so many monies for bullshit & there are some of us out here really fucking struggling. And it’s not even that bad in my instance, or at least that’s what I tell myself. There are others who have/had it worse…but those very people tell me to stfu (gently) because my shit is just as valid as theirs & I guess maybe it’s imposter syndrome type shit I’m feeling??? Idk. Someone smarter can tell me if they feel so nice to do so ~ I definitely won’t be able to pay you for your knowledge, unfortunately.

Anyway…so yeah. This will go back to being my “diary” of sorts. Whatever. I need to get it out somewhere, & I don’t trust writing it down in a journal (plus writing feverishly makes my wrist hurt a lot lol). No one really knows about this page, except for a very FEW select wonderful human beings, and anyone who decides to click “read more” on any of my posts lmao 🫣

Also idk how the website version works, so I apologize for the emoji usage. Hopefully it translates. I’m just using the app please don’t hate me I just can’t get out the laptop. I’m not lazy, promise. I just physically cannot. 🥺 the phone is already in my hand so it’s easy. Love ya, whoever you may be 🫶🏻

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Pretty sure my mom has done pedo shit. There’s a photo of her forcibly kissing a very young “man”, she swears she kissed her hand covering his mouth…but I’ve analyzed the photo and her finger placement doesn’t add up with a hand covering the mouth to “pretend” kiss this boy. No…no she’s kissing him, at bare minimum, right on the corner of his mouth. But it really doesn’t look like the corner, either.

This photo is accompanied by another one that was shot obviously just before the kiss. She’s sitting in a seductive manner, looking at the camera like she’s got plans for later. My ex-stepdad, William, was the one taking the photos. Mind you, he was not technologically inclined, definitely wasn’t a(n) photographer/artsy type.

I don’t know who to turn these photos in to, I don’t know who I can trust, what with the elites doing their thing.

I need to talk to my cousin, figure things out about his past, see about looking into some stuff. This family is fucking sick.

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Dug a bit deeper into this “problem” yesterday. Another argument was started when he asked if we’d ever come to a conclusion, if I have anything else to say, because we always “seem to sweep everything under the rug.”

See, the “problem” is that to him, intimacy = sex. His words, he agreed. When he says intimacy, he means sex. Okay. And once a week isn’t enough. I should also note that I specifically asked, “So the ONLY problem in our ENTIRE relationship is lack of intimacy?” Emphasizing those capitalized words. Several times, same wording, even threw out communication, and he still agreed, the lack of intimacy is our only problem.

So my solution is: more sex. He didn’t like that, because he isn’t a rapist. Okay, that’s a “you” problem. My solution to your problem is me giving sex more often. Because what you’re saying is that all of the other forms of intimacy that I’m constantly doing (I’ve never done that elsewhere) are only good enough if sex is also on the table, frequently. He quickly denied that, said I always jump to conclusions or say the worst things.

Okay, if you don’t want me re-wording what you’re saying into their base form, the ugly truth, then maybe think about what you say to me. Because I’m going to break down the metaphors, I’m going to dissect those words. I’m going to use way more descriptive terms than you, and I’m going to be completely honest with it.

And what it all boils down to is that I don’t fuck you enough. So what’s YOUR solution??

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During every courtship, I ask the man, “Are you a father? Do you want (more) kids? Is there a possibility at all that you’d ever want kids in the future?”

If they tell me no, then I allow them to court me. They usually fuck it up somehow along the way & we split.

This time was different. I thought. Now I’m being told that I’m too old to have kids, plus I don’t have fallopian tubes. Not to mention, I’ve already been married & already have a kid & apparently I’ve already lived a big life…and?

I want to do life with YOU. You were supposed to be IT. The last first date, the last first kiss, the last of all my firsts, and the beginning of so many more. But no…apparently my past is way too large. It overshadows everything I touch. At least in YOUR eyes.

You know my past. You know my dreams for the future. You’re supposed to hold my hand and walk with me. Instead, you harbor hate with every day of no intimacy. Of “nothing” in return, for “how much” you put in and “give, give, give.” I don’t get it. I literally spent every last dime and THEN SOME to do small gestures to make you happy. I literally have NOTHING left, but that’s okay…because I did it out of love. All the THCA I bought, all the gas I put in the car, all the coffees and dinners and brekkies and everything I’ve ever put into this relationship…dwindled down to “not enough”.

And that’s fine too. I’ve been told I’m not enough plenty of times, my whole life I guess. It just really hurts when it’s with The One who claims to be this patient, gentle creature. The One who says he’s always dated to marry, yet has never been engaged or anything. I also dated to marry. I just didn’t stick around for an absurd amount of years in toxic relationships. I eventually realized I was being a fucking idiot & evacuated the relationship. Situationships, really, I guess. I mean I was genuine with my love…but you can’t trust everyone, I’ve learned. The hard way. Numerously.

And that word, numerous, I guess that’s just a word you don’t like. Because here we are. Sure, I’ve slept with people, but I was also told one thing and another thing was proven to be true by those people. So forgive me for being naïve as fuck. I’m allowed to grow and change my habits. And that’s what I’ve done. I’ve stopped having all that sex because guess what? I never REALLY wanted it all those times. Sometimes, yes. But not all of them, and you KNOW that. You KNOW that I’ve been forced to have sex with the men I was dating. You know I’ve been forced to have sex with men I WASN’T dating. But that doesn’t matter, does it? No…I’m just some slut I guess, and you can’t get over that.

So until you figure out a way to get over the jealousy of my past, I just don’t see myself being able to do ANYTHING to please you, except maybe pretend like my past isn’t real & make sure this pussy is ready for you at minimum three times a week. I never got a straight number, so I’m guessing. I’m not trying to be rude or petty, these are ACTUAL THOUGHTS in my brain, and these are ACTUAL SOLUTIONS to our problems. I don’t know what else to do. I’m fucking lost here. I thought I was with The One, but I don’t know, was I wrong yet again???

PS. I *knew* there was a problem this morning when I asked. Then all of this happened. I will forever follow my gut-intuition from now on.

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We went to Florida this past weekend and had so much fun even though we only stayed one night. We took a poodle down to the rescue in Pensacola. I’m so thankful for the work they do!!!

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i’m about to “taste the universe”

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so i haven’t updated in quite some time. idk if *he* knows the link to this page. i honestly don’t care either. this will be, always has been, a sort of diary for me. I won’t be changing that any time soon. so here’s an update post.

So get this…January 2 (I believe), Tyler put me in a head lock and punched me multiple times in the nose. I thought for sure that he had fractured it. And maybe he did, I never got an X-ray 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyway, I filed for an EPO & was granted that plus an order of protection from him that’s good for three years. By the time that is up, I’ll be somewhere he’s never been before, and he’ll never be able to see me, except for in an online presence. And I hope like hell that he doesn’t try to stalk me there. I’m pretty sure I’ve blocked all of his social media profiles…

Anyway; fast forward to now, I’ve done some reflecting, a little soul-searching, if you will. I’ve connected with myself, as well as started down the path of my spiritual journey. And one day, then another, and another, etc., after being alone with myself for a week at a time, intermittently around people at work, I had a little time to myself. I put the phone away, and I just sat there, pondering. Perhaps praying? Manifesting, even. Who knows? All I know is that I kept envisioning my perfect Person. You know the one, the person that pretty much completes you. Someone you fit with, someone who just gets you, doesn’t judge you, even accepts you for all of your mistakes in the past. Someone with whom you can be honest about every little thing. A person who makes you feel not only wanted or desired, but a gentle being, someone who looks at you with *that look*. Only you get that Look. You know in your very soul that they’re not ever going to do you wrong, in any fashion. In fact, they’d do just about anything you suggested, if they knew it would put a smile on your face or make you giggle just the way they love to hear. You don’t have to talk to them 24/7, you don’t have to be with them 24/7…but you wanna. And it doesn’t even matter what you talk about, you just babble like a brook in a forest somewhere, about nothing and everything all at once. The future, the past, trauma, wonderful times that you’d like to revisit…new memories & fun ideas for the future. Actually PLANNING things for the future, not just envisioning them.

*ahem*

Anyway, so like I was saying, I was on this spiritual path, reconnecting with myself, my inner goddess, whatever you wanna say, and I was just thinking on it. And then I started talking to this guy. He seemed way too good to be true. I don’t know what it was about him, but he just put me at ease. I wasn’t always worrying about anything with him. I simply knew that I could trust him, he just had that little vibe about him. We started talking and it was like no one else existed. It’s kind of scary, in the sense that I absolutely can’t believe how many boxes he ticks. He’s hard working, very loyal, honest, loves to chit chat with me. Oh, and something nagged at me to let him meet my family. Fully immerse him into the craziness, if you will. 🤭 He absolutely nailed it. Chit chatted with everyone, despite the fact that he had anxiety about it.

The most important part? My son absolutely adored him. Like…he was quiet at first, assessing the situation. Then Joe <him> asked him about a game on VR, and everything was open game. My son talked about all of the games. By the end of the day, he was acting goofy around him, and when it came time to leave, he made sure to wave goodbye to Joe.

Then yesterday we all went to the park. D <son> had so much fun and even made a new little friend. At the end of the day, D actually hugged Joe goodbye. What the ever-loving goodness?? D never acts like that. Like there was one other person that he genuinely liked, and that was Cody. I guess D can just sense the goodness in people? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’ve never felt this way this quickly about anyone. Like, I’m so scared I’m going to do or say something stupid and mess everything up.

I need to set up an appointment with a doctor down here for refilling my Prozac prescription. I haven’t taken it for quite some time now, and I can feel my mood fluctuations a lot deeper now. With the Prozac, I don’t overreact. Sometimes when something hurts my feelings, I feel it very very deeply and it hurts so bad. But with Prozac, it still hurts my feelings, but I don’t react immediately. Instead, I actually take the time to think about things. My response, their reasoning, everything. I don’t know, I just need to get back to feeling like myself. Right now I’m on cloud nine with Joe, but it’s not his responsibility to make me happy or have a reign on my feelings. But I don’t bottle things up with him. I simply tell him what’s up, and we work through it. And he knows that he can do the same in return. I do think I’ve come a long way in the mental health department. I mean, I’d LOVE that little bubble of protection that Prozac offers, but I don’t necessarily need it, ya know? And I like that. But I don’t like feeling things this deeply. It’s scary, to be quite honest. After being able to suppress stuff and think it over rationally, I never got THAT attached to stuff. The motto was, “It is what it is.” I just let things be, and I let them go if they weren’t for me. But then the whole thing with Tyler went down, and that turned into an absolute nightmare. But we don’t dwell there anymore. Even now with my newfound emotional connection to myself…it simply isn’t healthy, and I refuse to welcome negativity into my life anymore.

So yeah…I live in Tennessee again, and I’m genuinely happy. My relationship with my son is stronger than ever. I’m exploring things with Joe, going at our own pace, but definitely making plans for the future. Reconnecting with family, working hard on setting up an art room in the new place, adopting a poodle???????? Hopefully selling jackets with patches that I’ve sewn on very soon! I so badly cannot wait to get creative again. 🥰 it’s so so important to me!

Be on the look out for new updates, y’all. 😘

[littlemisseider]

so there i was, somewhere in tennessee, sitting at a park, high as a motherfucker…

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I just wanted to take my son and get some food and come back to Tyler’s dad’s house. Then everyone wanted me to pick up food for them so I was okay with it. Then Tyler started bitching about it because he’s cranky when he’s hungry and now the whole day is ruined.

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I need to get out of this place. I’m going to commit suicide if I have to stay here with this man much longer. Ask me about my gofundme 😅

[littlemisseider]

Sometimes you find out things you don’t wanna know, but it brings a clarity beyond your wildest imagination.

I will not be with someone who lies 90% of the time.

Context: this girl told me she met up with my now ex 3 times since August & they fooled around FOR SURE with this audio proof. So I will never believe another word he says.

[littlemisseider]

Sometimes you find out things you don’t wanna know, but it brings a clarity beyond your wildest imagination.

I will not be with someone who lies 90% of the time.

Context: this girl told me she met up with my now ex 3 times since August & they fooled around FOR SURE with this audio proof. So I will never believe another word he says.