Martina. Bet? Typo “dong”. Meghan is good at charity. It went down well.
Wow.
Just give us all the nasty run down on what you all are really saying.
Yuck.
I hope one day we have good men and woman and reporters. Yuck.
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Creepy article. I just think it’s weird.
Martina. Bet? Typo “dong”. Meghan is good at charity. It went down well. Wow. Just give us all the nasty run down on what you all are really saying. Yuck. I hope one day we have good men and woman and reporters. Yuck. Yesteday I told you how I left my keys in the office at the rape crisis Center. Well. I was so concerned about that. As I told you. Because when I pulled in there was a key van right there. Wow. Right. When I saw the “lock smith” van pull in as I did I just thought. Ok. What now. Then I had my appointment. Then I got out. Someone in the office said I have your keys. I asked “for how long”. She says she found them as soon as I went in and kept them at her desk. After I called Easter Seals and told my peer support. I said if they got any key it won’t be any of mine. And the criminal justice system can make sure of that. We laughed. It made me feel better.
Plus it is probably everyone that has a copy of my key. Right everybody. God. It’s getting old. But then right now as I’m just hanging out Facebook shows me some one from my son’s past. A mother of a friend he went to school with. Says she works at no fun leather. What even is that. And it reminds me how around the beginning of all my breakdowns who I told about what my recovery and my separation and that I had fallen in love. On and on and on. And it’s interesting who I told. How they sort of left my life and all that. It just makes me wonder all the people I trusted. And the people I and Doyle allowed Adam to sleep over at their homes. Not even really knowing them or their significant others. In fact. I picked up my son at this one women’s home the Sunday I was still in treatment. I had a pas to do so. And I did. And now I want to know it all. I sent the X the photo of who I’m talking of and what man she’s with now. Because it matters to know who’s been honest with my son. And after I did that it dawned on me. One of the keys is of my son’s home in that ring. So I am 100 % confident that no one will go near me or my family. Thank you. I want all this out to protect all children. Who’s practicing in a cult and who’s using illegal drugs to do it. I would like that info ASAP. Thank you all so much. Today I’m feeling soooooo blessed. Yesterday. Not so much. Overwhelmed by so many issues I have in my life I get confused what to do to remain calm and chive on. And God says. Baby. Tomorrow’s a new day. And he’s right!!! God!!!! He’s always right. I have thread. A needle. Scissors. This already started needle point so I can get to adding on to it. Co create my tina style with this perfect Santa. And next I’m so excited. Then it’s like the flood gates opened and I have so many things I want to do today. Paint. Draw. Write you guys to tell you. And I’m so happy. Alive. No longer for 5 years going now anxious sad depressed feeling like I have zilch and you all have the world. I don’t mind you all having it all. I just want to be happy too.
I got a call today that my son has been selected for an award. Something I or he won’t know TIL the ceremony. He’s been recipient to awards in the past and I can’t help be a bit “grandiose” that my son is brilliant. Because to me he is. The assembly will take place next week but I won’t be there. I don’t think my wobbly legs could go anymore. All the other parents looking at me. There’s Tina. And I know it’s nothing but the gossip bitch mill anyway. All Peggy’s fans ... team Step Mom. So I’d rather spare Adam that sad drama. I have no interest anymore in this immature bull shit. I’ve been to his assemblies before and I don’t need the competition. I know my worth and my son’s. I wish to point out to you all how you are such god damn hypocrites most of you. You love HBO and so many other cash making business ventures and Picasso paintings rarely though once considering how does one get that brilliant to be extraordinary. Being grandiose? Do you all think Pablo was an easy going man? Or any genius bringing you the rules of how a vampire can or can not enter your threshold. 🤷🏼♀️Or How Jason Bourne or James Bond or Tom Cruise can do their mission impossibles? Oprah makes millions off Tom bouncing on a couch interview and his big Katie’s HOME bounce couch and wow. You all clap. Meanwhile I bounce on a mattress when I see free discarded stuff I get cops. Bad boys what ye gonna do when my Papa comes for all of you. ⛵️✈️🚉🛸🛶🛥bad boys... so please spare me your insults. My imagination is no different than anyone except I’m not using it to scam you. Make millions. Steal your man and kids. Have a baby. Make movies. Pretend we are friends or any of it. I don’t use my imagination to run disgusting porno. Or write awful rap songs or other songs that promote violence. I write to exploit violence. I don’t use my imagination for films like SAW or Meat Train... hungover or Las Vegas lets get HARRY nude. You all suck. And for the record Bradley Cooper. It’s pretty damn clear to me that you’re greedy if you’d do one let alone 3 or 4 stupid raunchy alcoholic movies that glamorise the stupidity of drinking when you’re supposedly sober. But thanks for the silver lining play book all you sick “tuck a buckS”. 🖕🏻 I personally like using my imagination to fuel the economy in healthy ways. And sex is healthy. And fun. And funny. But also I don’t want kids to misunderstand an adult sex versus 17 year old sex. Got me. I want to get going on healthy money making. Good food. Affordable living. Drug free zone living. On and on and on. I mean. Wear bikinis. But don’t charge members a few for it when you have cameras going straight to a porn king. And that I want like 1 summer ago for my other pool mom friends and their children please ❤️. Don’t rate moms. Don’t watch kids. Get a real camera and give us 3 million. Bucks on Magnolia GREEDies and I got an accountant to know exactly how to spend it. Looking forward to all you Moms’ best pie cookie pudding cakes .... contest. 📅📍📌📦🧸🎈🎁🧲which is a honest way to start business tourism. Right. Love you guys. I don’t need at all to apologise for one damn thing I’ve said here on my blog in order to keep these kids safe from predators. And yes. I am awesome. Also. Anyone want to write a sci-fi thriller about a geico who is trapped next door then turns into a super hero and finds bad guys? Serious artists only apply. (: On a good day I am taken by grief that my baby is a giant now driving and going to prom and next off to college some day. I can remember all of our moments. Every one. Minus the drunk nights. That is my saddest existence. And it stinks that kids don’t keep memories good or bad until they begin to get to be about 12. I’m also glad that it’s that way. Sometimes kids need to forget. And not all we do forget or can recall. And for me I was forced too forget then recall. Then it all came back. And as a parent I would never hurt my child or make him forget what his story is no matter what and who he is or ever begin to consider lying to him. Or telling him who to love. Brainwashing him. Manipulating him. None o it. If the EX wants to call me writing this blog me burning bridges that surely must speak volumes. I don’t lie Doyle. My blog is truth. If truth burns well. Maybe that’s for a reason.
My mother in law said stick to a book. What book is that? Today I want the answer. I don’t want the X telling her mom stop emailing Tina. No. I want his mom to come clean before a stroke or something else kills her and she doesn’t get this all off her chest. She ain’t young so don’t get mad at me for wanting to extend her life expectancy rather that poison it with all your dishonesty. I don’t call her. I don’t email her. I don’t go near the X’s family. I write here for me son. To know. Not everyone is who they seem to be Adam. But I am son. I might be crazy and weird but look back sweetheart I was always like that. He just doesn’t recall. I left when he was 12. A perfect time and scheme for all you nasty disgusting trash to manipulate this. Rot if you any of did. I love Adam. I don’t not ever lie to him. But it’s really challenging for him to know what’s what if you present only what you do. “There’s good ole Dad. Always there. Where’s mom. Awwww. She’s paranoid again today? Suicidal? Is she back to saying vampires are chasing her again. I’m sorry sweetie. You got us now. We will make sure your Mom is okay. But it’s probably not something she can control. Best to lay low around her If she scares you. She’s not well. Not her fault but we don’t want you hurt honey. We are looking out her. Making sure she doesn’t hurt herself. And don’t worry. I know she probably loves you it’s just she’s not well. We are sorry”. Wow. Right. I will have this. I will have it all!!!!! You will give it to me. You will. You will want to give me the truth if you love Adam. If not. Then I’m pretty sure your lack of love for my son and I will be obvious. And I’m pretty sure that one day Adam will weep learning all you did to me. To him. To our big plan for me to be single mom. And I hope by then he will have a strong firm list of the man who never left his mother’s side and all those with him who kept me safe. Amen. You hurt me or my kid. You suck. And you will get no forgiveness from me ever. I’m not sorry for any of you. And I will move on. I already did 2/7/14 when I became a sober mom. ❤️ God. Get me my son. Now. I don’t like that voice at all. The one that when someone is talking to me says nothing that piece of shit is telling you is one bit honest. What? Really. But they sound it. Well. They are a lying sack of shit. I don’t know what next to do. Normally it’s a little while later. Yep GOD. You were right. God’s spell works every time on me. Don’t it. Act all good and GOD loving and I’m putty in your hands.
Look. Plain and simple. If a guy says want to go sailing with me on my yacht. But you have to sign a form and waiver that you never did. Would you like to go. Nope. ☠️🙅🏼♀️Never. No way. No thanks. Go Fuck yourself at Chris dot com and think I will be just fine here. Happy sailing douche bag. 👋🏻You know it’s true. And even when I was drunk nope. You say secret I say sea crest? No. I do not. I hate that shit. I am always considerate as I can about what you tell me. But don’t blame me that you have the secret. Got me. It’s bull shit. If I told you I had an abortion and you tell a bunch of people. Oh well. Why would I care. So I tell my own stories. If you tell me a bar has something inside it I don’t want to see. Then I don’t want to see it. My entire life of drinking not once did I ever see anyone I know do cocaine. I probably would have ran. I knew, thank GOD, that it was nasty. The people who did it. Nasty. The whole thing. Nasty. Not once in my life did it ever appeal to me to put some shit up my nose. Or do shrooms. Pop pills. Do that nasty extacy. Nothing. It’s like the creepiest disturbed shit there must be. I never liked pot much. But I tried it. And I hated people on it and how they act. And rarely did I ever enjoy it myself. I love wine. The way you sit with it. The way it tastes and made me feel cozy. Relaxed. Then it was what I only ever chased. So if you wonder why I don’t relax it’s because it would kill me. You all are killing me just being near you. I don’t want your diesease. I don’t want your disgusting play with me. I went wholesome. Good goody fun. No need for drinks with me for that. I hate addiction. I hate it with a passion. I hate when I hear a man tell me how his family suffers by it. Or your family. Or me. I hate the way it kills faternity brothers. I hate the way it degrades human beings. But worse what it’s doing to our kids. You all don’t get it. Not my fault. I don’t ride rollercoasters anymore. I don’t have sex. I don’t date. I don’t play games that hurt people. I stay away from people that lie. I don’t need to be popular and get in. I need to be a mother friend and child of God. I don’t need parties that my friends get raped at or even me. I don’t want my son killed by a drunk driver that could have even been me. I don’t want to go to rehab and here a man promise me he’d be my best friend forever after all he knew had already hurt me and know he lied straight up for a coke and a new life. Fuck him. I hate that you all are so god damn Nasty. But I love my rehab man. The right one. ❤️Right left hand LukeMARK... I sat in an AA meeting once listening to this creep ass former doctor tell his story like he was so cool. Nasty fucker. What he did. Made that guy on that show dirty John look like a saint. And everyone was laughing. And now I think wow. Maybe after he was selling some good Rx out back of that road house. All one big joke. Playing me the fool. Making me cry at your sober recovery stories just to set me up. I’m so disgusted you can’t even begin to know because you all love filth. But I’m the one living in it. Hah hah hah. But so are your kids. Happy? Not everyone will stand for you you sick fucks. Nope. Some good citizens are over it all too. ❤️ I am making American great again. Aren’t I? Showing you how to be cute and sober. I do not think it’s fair that I have to be dragged around because villians hate me and leave the “shut ups” alone. Thanks a lot for that. Or rather look your kids in the eye and explain to them why they got raped. Because sadly we all are. Figure it out. Because I’m doing my part. My electric bill is 47 bucks. I pray that’s legit. I will pay it. Like I always do. I will trust you all and if GOD knows any of you lied. Then GOD will fix it. ❤️ You knowingly lied to me then all I can say is don’t ever come near me. Would it not make the best sense in this day in age for people to use whatever media sources they can to advertise whatever they can but make it like a sweet meme. Or inspirational quote. Meanwhile we find out later that that back page running in a regular ole news paper is selling out children’s phone numbers. Social security numbers. Addresses. URL. School locations. And next pedophilias are watching your kid. My kid. All kids. And using them to watch on a secret web. They friend them on Facebook. Make a profile just like all the info you didn’t know what running on this back page. And you can call me a crazy EX wife all you want but I posted my son’s social security number accidentally on my blog. But thank GOD for that. Right. In the end. It’s a number. Can everyone keep up with that number or my son please. NOW.
But say you pot heads want a joint delivered. And a guy working at jimmy’s joints sub shop for example has a key idea. Call me at 11am then call the shop 11:03 order sub then when I have my next sub delivery run I add your address too. Boom. You got a sub and a joint. Gas is paid. Etc. Etc Please do not hate me Brazilians. I know that my annoying beautiful fiesty me is maybe causing you anxiety because I hate this drug car tell!!!! I hate what all you drug lords are doing to people I love!! Taking them to such horrible places in their mind. I have lost everyone I love because sober seems to want me dead more than addiction. But I know that is not true. Every time I read a Facebook post now it either rings normal or blantantly bull shit. We will help you with boy fed O and get him out of pup cartel jail. Really. Is that really what’s going on. I mean I know when I told the X what it meant when I’d say got any cold syrup. Or any other obvious wifey code for such things. Bring home the bacon baby. I fry it in a pan. No really. Can you bring bacon. I love you. But I’m getting the sense that people can get away with a lot of “directions” when they are directing information. And who would think to look at the sweet puppy page. Or kitty cat meme private group that post photos all day of their cats. With tag lines got this sweet kitty collar at Susie home made. She makes personalised collars for pets. Meanwhile later FBI tells us that Susie is a human trafficking drug lord selling collars for something else. Now all are paranoid. Wait. I was in a group that I thought was posting kitties and it’s a dark underground human trafficking ring. And next how do prosecutors know who is really innconent and who isn’t. This intelligent world is perfect for criminals. And I don’t personally want Facebook to go away. Or anyone being on a target list when they just really do order a sub. I would rather us that know our good intentions to be able to be grown ups and not hide or keep secrets don’t have to worry. But the others. Wow. Like calling your lawyer can’t get you that document but I stuffed it in a doll and left it in a thrift store. Gots to go... and we never see that person again. Maybe they go in witness protection. Maybe they get asylum. Maybe they just run off. Just watch the escape channel and one episode alone has what I mean. Like last night. On the escape channel. They had a guy that didn’t want to go to prison. So he took a dead body (some elderly woman who died 6 months before) from the cementary and put it in a car and then lit the car on fire and he pretended to be dead. Seriously. He dyed his hair black next and then came back to live with his children and wife and told him he was some other dude. I mean the wife knew but not the children. But of course they knew. So you all tell me what’s going on. All I know is. Just be honest. I keep hearing that people are going in another direction all the time. It seems every time I work with someone whether it be my Allstate Agent my real estate therapist friends blah blah Blah ....I find out or they tell me going in a different direction. It’s rather interesting. But the thing is. Where is that direction. 🤷🏼♀️ I want to start a sober village. Today. And I don’t know how to really do it. But now that I have the idea I want to. It will be a treaty that I ask for. A place that the USA can outline in a map and zone it this is a sober zone. Drug free alcohol free zone. And the law will protect that zone. It will be very clear. You don’t want to be sober. Don’t live in this zone. Because this zone is protected by GOD and the world for people to have the right to live breathe and thrive here. I call it the village of Eden. ❤️🦵🏼🤗
Damn do people look good here. It might only be me but I don’t care. At least I don’t have to live next to a bar. Or go to the market and there’s booze. No one who’s a menace wants to cross the line into the sober zone because zap you’re sober. You get dizzy first. Disoriented. When some non sober starts to cross the line and next you know they are in rehab telling these awesome story how they saw some beautiful woman asked her for a smoke and saw a light and wow now they don’t ever want to drink ever ever again. 🤗💋 Ok. The state of NC and the Goveys of the world do not have to insure that aspect of the zone but GOD will. I just want to love somewhere that I feel safe. Because once again I do not here. And I’m extremely disappointed! I feel betrayed. Lied too. Decieved. But that’s addiction. Addicts are classic at painting a picture that is nothing like reality. I’m glad I had my easter seals rep with me the first time I saw this place because we both felt that what we see now is not what we saw the first time. And she’s sober too. So that vision counts. Yet here I am again sick and lost and dealing with the other addicts when I’m sober. And I hate it. I was told this was a peaceful place. That’s what it was advertised as. And that for the most part no real partying. Well. In a sense that picture is true. It’s not like the Palm room here where people are in and out. But there is some one living on the property who’s a felon and just recently got out of prison and was what I feel on something the other day. And I must talk about that and how it impacts my safety and threatens my sobriety. I have seen people smoking what I feel is weed and smelled weed. And of course that threatens my sobriety. And I was 100% up front when I looked at this place how I am dealing with recovery and that I can’t be around anything illegal. I wish I could say I am also an unpaid FBI psychic agent but Josh Stein just needs to let me know if I’m hired. And then my badge. (: And then I have the authority to tell you all illegal is illegal. I can not stress enough the dangers to children when anyone partakes in illegal drug use. Is breaks all codes of ethics and oaths and GODs law. What you may think as a cool drug dealer who just pops over to drop your dope has so many facets that go into that little pass time of all of yours. There’s a huge cartel behind it. So dangerous frightening and terrorising to the safety of our children that I am livid at anyone over 25 years old who doesn’t have enough god damn common sense what that illegal pastime and choice to use sell but an illegal drug has just done to destroy decades of families all for your dumb weed. So my thinking is. Move to a place you can smoke it. Or I get my money back 👍🏻🇺🇸and Hope to find a place this time that Josh Stein’s AG Family finds. I’m not kidding. If you all think I’m a dick for this. Try educating yourself with a DEA detective the journey pot and all illegal drugs go through. See all the children who are unfairly impacted by that journey and adult vices. See how little children have the ability to stand up to adults who care nothing about their safety. I bet you a cartel family looks at me and smiles big. Just waiting for me to show them the light of GOD. They love church. Don’t you cart tells. They just make money producing the Devils product that our country so easily destroys itself with. Trump talks about building a wall. No thanks. I don’t want to be trapped in here with all these druggies. I’d rather build sober villages and find new ways to build tourism and peace. And we thrive as a beautiful country again. But that’s me. I love GOD not hate what he made so beautiful. ❤️ And FYI. Nice try to any punk who wants to put a virus on my lap top. Do not be a moron. I loathe porn!!!!! Loathe it. I don’t know if that’s what you put on my lap top as this virus. Only the dumb voice said that spy ware detected something. Which probably is your big ohhhhh let’s scare tina crap. I have asked GOD to protect me from all your crooked cheating. So he put cameras every inch of this place and HE will make sure that no one mistakes who the real criminals all. I do nothing wrong. And you all know what. You know I’m pure. So quit your crap. Jesus. Drop by for breakfast this morning. Help me get some ideas going for our village. Thanks. I often think about what I would have done had I gone up there. To NOVA and thought it was all going to be this happily ever sober family life. But then when it was obvious that he had relapsed and “gone back out” and then I actually saw him that very last time at rehab I knew. I knew. He’s going that way. And I’m going mine. And ever since I’ve quietly sometimes in the most epic rage and others with barely any more energy cried so hard over it and can’t let go even all these years later. And inspite of that I thank GOD every day that we never got started on a life together. Oh praise Jesus for keeping me out of that nasty drug filled cocaine infested life. Because you all are nasty as Fuck on your dope. 👍🏻
I’m arguing with some one now about it. About how I don’t want it. I don’t want this nasty shit near me. It’s like you all don’t get it. I think of your dope equivalent to the rota virus or any other nasty ass plague that makes you all so deformed in your logic your obsession your behaviour and your judgement and moral compass that I find myself arguing with people why I don’t want illegal drugs around me. I don’t want them around me period. It’s one thing if it’s alcohol. That’s legal. I have to accept that it’s everywhere. But there’s no reason what so ever in my opinion that anyone should have illegal drugs. Am I wrong? No. Please NC make this marijuana legal. Let kids 18 and older have pot all fucking day long if they can afford it. Let the dealers still deal it. If we have XXX book stores than why not weed. Am I right. Legalise the shit out of the stuff. Make it happen now. Let it be that I don’t have to be anywhere living with people smoking the shit illegally. Got me. Let them puff that magic dragon sun up and sun down TIL they just high and hogging and happy happy happy. In fact. Have designated smoking areas at the office. Ok. Because I am sick of the legal activity that comes with dealing it and supposedly enforcing it to stay “illegal” when 6 out of 7 (me the only on who’s not smoking a thing) are using marijuana. All everyone talks about is how great pot is but when you’re that one who feels that the people smoking it are all strange when they use it it’s just a mute point and I’m the odd man out every time even though I’m the one who is having to deal with what the drug brings around to my life. So I would rather just do what I do when you all smoke cigarettes and I don’t. And that’s just don’t go around it. It smells. It makes you all weird. I don’t like how I’m treated by those on it. But at least if it’s legal I don’t have to worry about you all getting drug raided because it’s not me who will turn you all over it’s the DEA cameras now that have too. 👍🏻🇺🇸 So please recall that when you smoke. That until it’s legal it’s not legal. And no I am not petty about that. Illegal drug activity brings filth gangs violence and crime right across from a freaking school yard. And being that I’m an actual mother that would rather a drug zone free school stay safe from that activity then I ask that everyone just stop doing anything illegal if you can which really isn’t a big deal right since no one wants to break the law. And I have no proof who’s doing this or not only hear say. So I ask that the great state of NC keeps me safe and all of you safe and best our kids safe. My job is to protect kids before I ever think about being a friend wife sister daughter mother or anything with anyone doing something illegal. I will not tolerate that bull shit. My rights are to be protected by my state and my neighbors. I do not break the law and neither should any of you. Stop acting like I’m the problem that I request that you don’t bring me in your illegal properties. It’s my right. Legalise it or enforce it. But quit bothering me with this nonsense. I’m team mother to all kids before your vices. ❤️ I got 99 problems and this blog IS one.
I know about all my problems might seem to disappear if my public blog journal rants and “confident” demeanour on it ceased. If I acted feeble. Lucky to be raped by you attitude made you happy. Or I told you all how my marriage was all my fault. Trust me. I get why Diana and Marilyn and so many others have been killed. We make problems for all the problems you all make to start. Are you saying to me only Marilyn wanted that affair. No way JFK wanted to pounce that beautiful satiable body of hers and have that grail like all the others made to salivate over a model actress woman purposely sold by an agent to make it so. And then when she fell madly in love with a man and he couldn’t handle what came with that body mind and soul she got tossed out and blamed for her off the charts sex appeal. It’s why I don’t act like I’m stupid. Because none of us are. I just read an article how now they think Diana was targeted by Trump. That he had a thing for her and sent her flowers but she said supposedly that he creeped her out. She’s dead now. Harry maybe can ask DJT next week so you wanted to tap that once upon a time? I’m sure many man worshipped Diana too. For all the wrong reasons. Same with Harry and William. Even I have had men all want something from me I just can’t give them. And that’s me as a healed person who’s not fixed. I’m broken. You can’t have what you think you want. I’m not that woman you can make all the bad stuff I suffered go away. Not now not ever. And only one man would know that I only want him to help me with my broken parts and think about how it might have been but I am still here now. I won’t stop writing just because it’s easier for you. That doesn’t help keep me safe. I will ask the questions here that I can that make me learn how to deal with criminals that just can’t stop hurting me. I’m asking my stare North Carolina will you keep me safe. But not just me. All of us. Thank you. I went to the RCC appointment. The rape crisis Center. While in my appointment I left my keys in the lobby. Tactics? Hypnosis. And if so did my car key get copied again. Real stupid for any criminal to do that again I hear. 👍🏻Right trust Mark (just a business here at Castle Hayne RD) ... so ok. I trust you all to leave me alone and let me be. And I also ask God to keep my stuff safe. Thank you. I’m asking Suntrust Bank the FDIC and Josh Stein the Governor of this state to help me stay on my feet. Not one of them I don’t believe would want me to stop my private Pulitzer Prize award and Nobel Peace Prize trophy winning voice to be silent. I don’t party. I don’t do much. I’m really crazy over the top silly. It’s true. It’s my natural spirit to be wild. I don’t do that in a frat house or bar or anything. I do it here because I feel being myself most is what helps me heal safe others and stay sober. The only people who don’t get that are the ones not willing to try. And that will never be my issue. I’m not stopping any of you from drinking and doing your drugs but damn straight I’m reporting it if you’re doing illegal anything around me. I want my son to visit me Josh. So let me know if my home is safe or not for my kid please. I paid $800 in rent for 3 months so it should be though you know... 🇺🇸👍🏻And someone out there help Harry. I refuse to be subject to this. Thank you. My Easter Seals Peer support was helpful in supporting me today for closure of one small chapter of my life. And as we crossed over the bridge to the beach to go to the post office to close that box I had while I was there she asked do you miss the beach? I said sadly. No. I do not. I have too many sad memories here. And just at that moment I saw that familiar maroon Subaru and knew why. It’s just not this quaint “one tree hill town” to me. It just is sad. I said also but I made the most of it. And looked over to where once I cried my eyes out on the swing in the gardens. And you all know why.
I’m off now alone to continue advocating for us at the Rape Crisis Center for my 2pm appointment. I’m so over this but I must be brave for the little ones. All my little ones. Like the little boy we lost that his parents chained him up with dog chains beat starved and sexually assaulted him. He died. At age 12. God rest his aching soul. And so I ask the good men and woman of Wilmimgton today and every day who uphold the law and protect my children to keep me safe on the road too as I try to keep us safe. And to do the job you all do with God’s protection to keep our world for our kids a happy one. Thank you. ❤️ |
AuthorHi, I am Tina. I am a Divorced Mother of one son. I am a recovering addict. I am Bipolar and had a severe psychosis breakdown this year. I blog every day. I love Art and creating Art and I hope to inspire others through my writing and the things going with rebuilding my life. Please feel free to leave a comment. I hope to change the world by letting you see what myself and other brave survivors are like! Archives
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