You must be logged in
My Heart Is A Fist
Hello Roachez
I havent seen or heard from so many of ya in so long,
I stopped checkin in for a while.
How was your Holiday Season?
Great I hope!
Mine not so great :\
By now U may know I have a very cruel son.
He hates me, & he wont speak to me.
Well, this doesnt hinder a Mother ya know,
from tryin to resolve the imaginary issues of her misogynist, sadomasochist, sociopath, pathological lying little demonseed son,
even if he did bring every last bit of conflict upon his own head.
Am I overdoing it just a touch?
If U were in my place, U would handle it YOUR way, & WHO KNOWS?
THE KID MIGHT NOT EVEN FUCKN HATE U.
I dont really see it as your place to judge me.
I do however see it as EVERYONES PLACE TO EMPATHIZE.
& While so far to date, EVERYONE I KNOW will speak up for me & say:
"Not a chance would Debra ever do wrong by her son."
NOT A DAMN SOUL HAS EVER STOOD UP TO THAT BOY & EVER PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE & SAID:
"WRONG! GABRIEL YOU ARE WRONG & YOUR ACTIONS & WORDS TOWARD YOUR MOTHER ARE WRONG & UNACCEPTABLE!"
No one but me.
Pretty obvious how much interest he vests in my words.
In spite of all the times he made it clear he hates me & doesnt want me, I tried to call him anyway.
He hung up on me Christmas Eve.
I spent Christmas Eve & Christmas Day crying my eyes out, trying not to ruin the holiday for everyone else.
Not sure it worked, coz I tweet a lot of my drama anyway.
People might think its a private matter, but hey:
he wont speak to me, so its fair game to take it to
public forum.
Why should I have to suffer in silence when he feels absolutely nothing at all?
& GOD knows I did nothing to deserve it.
So anywayz...
Flash Forward...
New Years Eve was kinda fun.
I didnt do much, but sent too many tweets.
Then on January 5, 2012 my Uncle Gary died.
Whats especially sad about Uncle Gary passing away is that I NEVER got to meet him.
There was some rift in my Dad's side of the family from when I was very young,
& NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED.
My Dad died when I was ten.
So when he died, the nature of why he was estranged from the family went with him.
I knew there was family on his side, but I was only 10 years old.
I basically grew from there without a Dad, & then had a baby at 18.
The day my son was born was the 1st time I ever spoke to his Mother, my Grandmother Marion.
I never got to meet her either.
She passed away not too long after I was able to solidly locate my family, while I was still gathering details.
I knew my Grandpa James from his side, but it was very difficult keeping in touch.
I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHO MY FAMILY WERE, but finding out was
SO DIFFICULT FOR SOME REASON,
& I DIDNT KNOW WHY.
Until around 2008, when I found my cousins on myspace.
Info was still slow coming, but I was grateful to have it.
Unfortunately my Grandpa James had already been deceased.
When I found out about Uncle Gary, he was in the Philippine Islands. I didnt get to know a great deal about him, except that he was married, had stepsons, he was extremely pleasant, enjoyed games, about to reenlist for service for his third tour in the military when he was diagnosed with cancer. All this was before the earthquake that hit Japan & the tsunamis, & before my computer getting hacked, so trying to keep in touch while he was attempting to fight cancer was very difficult; all while my son thought the earth revolved around his no good stank ass.
Eventually I had to delete my facebook, which really sucked, but I didnt want to pressure my sick Uncle to message me anyway. His recovery was much more important. I knew he & his wife were hoping to come to the USA to retire when they could, & I had been informed his cancer status was improving. By the time I found out Uncle Gary was in Miami to retire & fight his cancer it was prolly just weeks before he passed. There was no time for me to act.
So I felt it was the responsible thing for me to inform Gabe that he too had lost an uncle. What a mistake.
Over a week later (Friday the 13th) that little ingrate decided to hit up my twitter page & remind me that he hates me & that we dont associate so theres no reason for me to call his dads house. That indecent little shitwipe has no fuckn respect AT ALL!!! Granted no one would EVER BOTHER to call ME if anything ever happened to HIM, GOD FORBID; but Im supposed to just completely disregard all morals when it comes to dealing with my lowlife son now, because hes decided to become the devil on Earth.
Better Luck next month.
My Birthday is coming up then!
Hint! Hint!!
February 13
R.I.P. Dad - Brian McGlinchy
R.I.P. Grandpa James McGlinchy
R.I.P. Grandma Marion McGlinchy
R.I.P. Uncle Gary McGlinchy
GOD Bless All.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
I havent seen or heard from so many of ya in so long,
I stopped checkin in for a while.
How was your Holiday Season?
Great I hope!
Mine not so great :\
By now U may know I have a very cruel son.
He hates me, & he wont speak to me.
Well, this doesnt hinder a Mother ya know,
from tryin to resolve the imaginary issues of her misogynist, sadomasochist, sociopath, pathological lying little demonseed son,
even if he did bring every last bit of conflict upon his own head.
Am I overdoing it just a touch?
If U were in my place, U would handle it YOUR way, & WHO KNOWS?
THE KID MIGHT NOT EVEN FUCKN HATE U.
I dont really see it as your place to judge me.
I do however see it as EVERYONES PLACE TO EMPATHIZE.
& While so far to date, EVERYONE I KNOW will speak up for me & say:
"Not a chance would Debra ever do wrong by her son."
NOT A DAMN SOUL HAS EVER STOOD UP TO THAT BOY & EVER PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE & SAID:
"WRONG! GABRIEL YOU ARE WRONG & YOUR ACTIONS & WORDS TOWARD YOUR MOTHER ARE WRONG & UNACCEPTABLE!"
No one but me.
Pretty obvious how much interest he vests in my words.
In spite of all the times he made it clear he hates me & doesnt want me, I tried to call him anyway.
He hung up on me Christmas Eve.
I spent Christmas Eve & Christmas Day crying my eyes out, trying not to ruin the holiday for everyone else.
Not sure it worked, coz I tweet a lot of my drama anyway.
People might think its a private matter, but hey:
he wont speak to me, so its fair game to take it to
public forum.
Why should I have to suffer in silence when he feels absolutely nothing at all?
& GOD knows I did nothing to deserve it.
So anywayz...
Flash Forward...
New Years Eve was kinda fun.
I didnt do much, but sent too many tweets.
Then on January 5, 2012 my Uncle Gary died.
Whats especially sad about Uncle Gary passing away is that I NEVER got to meet him.
There was some rift in my Dad's side of the family from when I was very young,
& NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED.
My Dad died when I was ten.
So when he died, the nature of why he was estranged from the family went with him.
I knew there was family on his side, but I was only 10 years old.
I basically grew from there without a Dad, & then had a baby at 18.
The day my son was born was the 1st time I ever spoke to his Mother, my Grandmother Marion.
I never got to meet her either.
She passed away not too long after I was able to solidly locate my family, while I was still gathering details.
I knew my Grandpa James from his side, but it was very difficult keeping in touch.
I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHO MY FAMILY WERE, but finding out was
SO DIFFICULT FOR SOME REASON,
& I DIDNT KNOW WHY.
Until around 2008, when I found my cousins on myspace.
Info was still slow coming, but I was grateful to have it.
Unfortunately my Grandpa James had already been deceased.
When I found out about Uncle Gary, he was in the Philippine Islands. I didnt get to know a great deal about him, except that he was married, had stepsons, he was extremely pleasant, enjoyed games, about to reenlist for service for his third tour in the military when he was diagnosed with cancer. All this was before the earthquake that hit Japan & the tsunamis, & before my computer getting hacked, so trying to keep in touch while he was attempting to fight cancer was very difficult; all while my son thought the earth revolved around his no good stank ass.
Eventually I had to delete my facebook, which really sucked, but I didnt want to pressure my sick Uncle to message me anyway. His recovery was much more important. I knew he & his wife were hoping to come to the USA to retire when they could, & I had been informed his cancer status was improving. By the time I found out Uncle Gary was in Miami to retire & fight his cancer it was prolly just weeks before he passed. There was no time for me to act.
So I felt it was the responsible thing for me to inform Gabe that he too had lost an uncle. What a mistake.
Over a week later (Friday the 13th) that little ingrate decided to hit up my twitter page & remind me that he hates me & that we dont associate so theres no reason for me to call his dads house. That indecent little shitwipe has no fuckn respect AT ALL!!! Granted no one would EVER BOTHER to call ME if anything ever happened to HIM, GOD FORBID; but Im supposed to just completely disregard all morals when it comes to dealing with my lowlife son now, because hes decided to become the devil on Earth.
Better Luck next month.
My Birthday is coming up then!
Hint! Hint!!
February 13
R.I.P. Dad - Brian McGlinchy
R.I.P. Grandpa James McGlinchy
R.I.P. Grandma Marion McGlinchy
R.I.P. Uncle Gary McGlinchy
GOD Bless All.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Comments
On Jan 24, 2012, [*Roach'sFallenStarr*] said:
Hey, girl! Glad to know that you're back:) Sorry life has been rough for you: having problems with your son and losing your loved ones. Hang tough and remember that no suffering is forever. Take care, my pal=)
Post a comment