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Why is my mum such a bitch?! My sisters dead – get over it!?
Hey princy-poos!
I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse.
Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got my Princess Barbie. Ever since then, my life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or she was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and she DIDN’T die! Then she was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. She wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, she broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later she got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, she got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing) and mum would always pay attention to her! She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were handy-downs, but she RUINED my old clothes.
Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party.And she has taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate her guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and they want to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.
Thanks!
Once my sister died I thought my life would get better, but my party is ruined!!?
Hey princy-poos!
I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse.
Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got my Princess Barbie. Ever since then, my life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or she was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and she DIDN’T die! Then she was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. She wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, she broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later she got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, she got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing) and mum would always pay attention to her! She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were handy-downs, but she RUINED my old clothes.
Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. I finally accomplished something on my own, and they want to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.
Thanks!
My mom is throwing a funeral for my dead sister and is canceling my PARTY ?!?
I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse. I could make sure she gets put away for a long time.
Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got MY Princess Barbie. Ever since then, MY life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or it was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and it DIDN’T die! Then it was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. It wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, it broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later it got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, it got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing – my parents never thought about me) and mum would always pay attention to her! "She’ll have to stay in bed for two weeks, can you feed her hamster" – Um, wtf? She can feed her own god damn hamster.I don’t give a crap if she’s going to die, I’m not her slave. She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were my old ones, but she RUINED them. Last year she stopped breathing and the ambulance siren woke me up the night before my prom and I didn’t look good in the photos.
Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. My mum has also taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate my mum’s guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and she wants to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.
Thank you.
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My mum is favouring my dead sister over me…HELP!!??!?
Hey princy-poos!
I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse. I could make sure she gets put away for a long time.
Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got MY Princess Barbie. Ever since then, MY life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or it was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and it DIDN’T die! Then it was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. It wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, it broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later it got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, it got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing – my parents never thought about me) and mum would always pay attention to her! "She’ll have to stay in bed for two weeks, can you feed her hamster" – Um, wtf? She can feed her own god damn hamster.I don’t give a crap if she’s going to die, I’m not her slave. She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were my old ones, but she RUINED them. Last year she stopped breathing and the ambulance siren woke me up the night before my prom and I didn’t look good in the photos.
Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. My mum has also taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate my mum’s guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and she wants to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.
Thanks!
