I sometimes think about being like four years old and having my mom tell me the reason she didn't abort me was so she could have someone in her life that loves her. What she really needed was a hobby that wasn't fucking.
And this woman literally asked me for my eggs after forgetting she already asked me like three years ago!!! Like how'd she not remember me telling her no.
What bothers me the most about this is my mom would call me slurs like "red bitch" because my father is part Native American, and she also takes issue with me being mixed and has like minimal regard for me overall when I'm like literally her anchor baby. And she's literally like an Afro-Caribbean woman with (90% Sub-Saharan African DNA and a 10% Northern European split, according to Ancestry DNA. And my father is like the quintessential tri-racial American guy. So she's mad at me for being "red," but she wants my eggs, lmao.














