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First, let me introduce you to Reuben. The male role model. The alpha male. While he may seem like a badass on the outside , what with his socks and sandles and banjo playing, hes really a total and compleate IDIOT. He tries to be sweet, and would never hit his children, and tries to always do the right thing, but , unfortunatly, he doesnt really know what right is. Raised in an abusive home he thinks just because he doesnt hit us he is god. He thinks because he has a penis he is always right, and he thinks because he is older, he is smarter, even though he never finished high school.Â #1 Dad.
Next, meet my favorite little slut, Crystal. My mother. Shes a two faced kind of woman. The kind that should be a lawyer or a banker or something you have to be able to lie well to do. But instead, she piddles away in customer service. She has 3 children, each from different men, and all of them planned (except me of course, im her favorite lil pain in the ass) And loves them dearly…
*cough*when their sleeping*coughcoffcough*…Crystal has recently gotten a whole lot more smug with the goings on in her family, because once again, she fucked up and got away with it. See, Crystal, my BIOLOGICAL mother, got caught sending compleatly nude pictures of herself to an 80 year old man.
I caught her.
It wasnt hard. Its not like she hadnt been bragging about this, and a few other men shes been messing round with…or that she threatened to kill me if i told anyone….oh, but no worries, my parents are still happily married and loving life. Mostly because i dont have the guts to tell dad that there was more than one guy. Especially now that i know he wont do a damn thing.
God. My real dad diddnt even want me. I met him once, he didnt even talk to me. He just signed the paper forfieting all rights, gave me 10 bucks and left. That cankerous yeasty waste of space. Didnt even look at me. I was 9.
This is in my blood. These pathetic disgusting conniving un educated losers created me. Shaped me. Made me who i am. Is that why decent people treat me like disease?? Because they can smell the white trash emmiting from my pores like some kind of reppellant? Is this why im bi polar? Because my own brain realizez im not worthy of happiness??
Im not ready to talk about my brothers. But i think summerizing my parents was enough for one day.