2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

I'm So Fucking Sick Of Pretenses I'm Just OVER It

I'm so fucking sick of shallowsuperficialsurfacelevel with certain people I'm closest to.

I almost don't fucking care what I fucking say in here anymore as long as I tell the truth about my feelings.

FUCK!!!

Yes, this is all about romantic love today.

More specifically, Twin Soul love, and also Spiritual Soul Mate love (two different men) --- for lack of better terms and better understanding --- but mostly the Twin Soul dude.

All I Know Fer Sure Is

I AM HURTING

And something's gotta give. (As in one of my favorite movies with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton.)

God Bless America



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