I have to make phone calls tomorrow to get my site back online. There’s a side-thought. It’s annoying to me. And this whole “new site” situation has been a big F’ ing headache and hassel for so many reasons; it doesn’t help that I can’t focus.
Or this keyboard on this phone doesnt add in the puncuation and capitalization that my old Iphone did.
I also just talked to my mother and found out that my real father is dead.
Last February sometime, I guess.
I’d never met him…and truthfully I really don’t think I give one shit.
Who was the shittier father? My biological, or my step?
That’s rhetorical, as the day is long.
I was told by my step-father; when I confronted him at 19 yrs. old; that “he did the best he could; with what he had to work with.”
Yeah…..try not knowing your piece of shit father isn’t your real father; and your REAL father is a life-time felon, rapist and murderer; piece of shit.
You’d never begin to know what that feels like.
My whole family knew. I didn’t.
I had to figure it out myself.
I had ZERO to work with from you or anyone. My whole life.
And you were a shitty father; and still are to me. Always have been.
You never once apologized for any of it; either of you. None of it. None of the shit you did to my mother or sisters either.
So yeah; who really gives one shit about either of you.
And your shams of a life.
You never did about me.
I was YOUR child.
People wonder why my life has been fucked up.
Fuck you both.
I’m not bitter; I’m right.
You are both dead to me.
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