5 Taking A Side Note

I don't really know if many people read about my problems. I'm sorry if this bothers some people. But if I hold it in I might just get mean. Writing helps me cope. Helps my breathe.

Side Note.

I don't hate my daughter she's a sweet cake. Growing up I've hated children's cries it makes me angry. I don't know why, my baby can't help it, that's why I walk away. I've yelled at her once in a while.

At least I'm not like my sister, so we have a bunch of bullshit to say about my sister but maybe when the chance comes up I'll talk more about her. But my sister had a seven month old baby girl when she got pregnant with her twins.

She told me she spanks her three month olds, at the time they were a month old. Which bothers me, because bipolar disorder runs in the family and can become dangerous.

My brother seems bipolar. He doesn't know I'm moving out. Maybe it's best he doesn't because I don't want him to hate me for leaving him. Like I love my brother but I need a new space. I need that clarity, and my father is blocking my way to finding it.

I believe my mother will stay with my dad. Because she has a big heart for the man who did her wrong. She has a huge heart for people she loves.

When my father told me about the divorce, he hadn't told mom that he was serious. He kind of brought it up like it was a conversation that he could have at any time. I understand he wants his freedom but, doing what he did and how he did it was a dumb thing to do infront of me.

I hold grudges. I'm fantastic at it. The best in fact.

Once I held a grudge on a girl and I still to this day don't know why, but I just don't like her for my own reasons. I honestly don't give a fuck though. Not my damn issue. It's the person I hate problem.

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