By….oh, we can’t name names, or redacted, redacted…., well there was this cat named Robert, and one named Rondo, I guess more here than out in the non-cyber world.
At one point in my childhood, by the whole family, from my parents to my grandparents. I was regarded as some kind of an abomination. My parents were so disappointed that they threatened to disown me. Glad I am still alive typing this.
Child and Family Services have a way of making you feel like you’re something that belongs on a shelf, but you don’t really realize this until you’re older haha.
*raises hand. Last child of 9… For starters. Now, I am the imported, unwanted addition to my ex husband’s family. He (and perhaps a few other members) would very much appreciate it if I turned crispy and desinigrated to dust. His latest complaint is that I have ‘loads of his stuff’. We have been separate for over two years now. I guess he has regrets about his lack of moving and packing skills he had over a year to do.