Welcome welcome. We r no longer in 2016... but april 2024... but im guna do my best to continue where we left off...
Unfortunatley for me it is still very raw, you will understand why if ur new here. Or not even. But i owe a update. I owe it too my self to stick at this. Im convinced now that i never had a choice. That this is what u call "my... .... shitty luck"
BRO! This is just one chapter in my life. If this rigramerole ever transpires into being worth my while, then i can promise u, a young adult-sized book full of similar enthralling experiences that is my life. Hell, considering what im like when im on a roll. Itd be a ADULT adult-sized book. With the tears and the laughter and the wtf moments and of course, things that make you go.. hmmmmmm!? Bada bah bah bah... ur loving it!
Oh my goodness... its gunna end up like blog entry 3 very rapidly if i dont get on to it..
I dont think this is a stall tactic, where i subconciously dont ACTUALLY wana keep reliving it. So i ramble...oh wait. Saying it out loud and that way more plausible to be honest. Lol. Ok fuck it lets go...
SO MY 7 YEAR OLD IS NOW 15.
Ok yeeees he is. And ive seen him twice since my last blog ..... yes. Very perceptive,
and yes i agree
WHAT A USELESS C word. Can i swear in my own blog. Id be swearing if it were a vlog, i dont doubt it..
Anyway. Why!? Why....why, why why indeed . This is why. And its not the reasons i would have picked myself of having. ..
For starters.. that blogger in 2016, thought she was on to something.
And she was...
BUT IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE.
So my sweet little infant is placed a few towns over. In the care of Betty White and her daughter Cathy Bates (the actress not her characters, i know who came to mind!!) A whole week went by, before we were allowed to see him. ALLOWED..
Deflated is putting it mildly. For ur own sakes. Cause when i first scooped him up in my arms, what i saw in his eyes is still heartbreaking
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K im saving it here. Ill pick it up again soon
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