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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • I just didn’t see my father anymore haha.

    My step dad was great though. He was a batshit crazy and dumb hillbilly, but he loved us. My father disappeared after he and my mother divorced. My step dad was there after he and my mom divorced, until he died a few years ago. That man had troubles and more troubles, but he would have dropped anything to help me out to the best of his ability.

    In defense of my father, my mom didn’t make it easy. At all. I don’t blame any of them though. They did the best they could with what they were equipped with.


  • My parents just didn’t know what to do and dropped me out of school at 14. I made good grades for the first semester in school every year, then I was moved beside the teacher’s desk and had straight Fs for the rest of the year.

    My daughter has developed the same problems as me, mostly after her mom was diagnosed with cancer and then passed away, but I’m trying to get her medicated (if that’s what she needs, and I think it ultimately is). She’s 16 now, on mood stabilizers as of a month ago. The doctor seems to think that will do it.

    She ticked every box for adhd which didn’t surprise me at all. I think they’re afraid to give her anything too big because of a history of addiction in the family.

    I don’t know. I just hope she ends up doing better than I have since she’s actually being treated.



  • My dad used to make me and my brother fight all the time when we were kids. It was like a family sporting event. All of the men gathered around and shouted, “git eeem buddy, don’t let eem gitchya! That’s riiite, yeah! Git eem in the belly!”

    It usually ended with one of us crying and the men saying, “awwwww, calm down sis. It’s just a bloody nose.”

    Reminds me of one of my favorite things I ever heard my dad say.

    He said something that upset my brother when I was winning the fight, so my brother charged him. He put his hand on my brother’s head and held him back while he swung with all of his might.

    My dad laughed and said. “HUHT HUHT! Look at eem, he’s like a little banty rooster! He’s flogging with all his little might! (bantam rooster, dad pronounced it “bay-nee)

    It riled my brother up for days. I called him banty for years. Hahaha

    For fun, this is a bantam rooster trying to fight a normal sized rooster.



  • It’s a lot, isn’t it?

    Wait until they start fighting. My older one really isn’t a toddler anymore, she’s 4. My two year old is insanely intelligent and if it wasn’t for her size you’d think she was about 5.

    They fight over EVERYTHING.

    “Oh, daddy. This is my favorite song.”

    “NO IT IS NOT! IT IS MY FAVORITE SONG. Tell her. Tell her the Beatles are my Beatles!”

    “Baby, the Beatles belong to everyone. You can’t have them all to yourself.”

    “She’s not getting my Mick Jagger though. He’s my favorite! She just said she likes this song because I said it!”

    “I did not. I’m older I liked it first. I’m bigger than you!”

    It is constant.









  • I’m not ugly, but I’m the least attractive member of my family.

    My brother looked like a Greek god, my sister looked like a model. My dad was so sought after that his name was spray painted all over our town with hearts and love confessions. Bridges, buildings, love for him was everywhere. He was chased by women aged 18-90.

    I was born with crossed eyes and had to have a corrective surgery. Every man in my family is over 6ft tall and I’m only 5’7. I still randomly message my mother to thank her for going through with the surgery.

    I definitely lost the lottery, but it could have been worse.