I am 52. Overall my birthday was good. We ate at Zaxby’s & my husband bought me a $25.00 gift card. I bought 3 books with my card…from Amazon…a diet book & 2 books about healing.
Last night I drank a 5th of 90 proof peppermint schnapps. I was so very sad,cuz my youngest son spent my birthday with his flunkies. He didn’t acknowledge my birthday. I complained & he didn’t care at all…he sat on the living room couch smirking.
Yesterday Bret was saying his flunkies are his family & his favorite 1 is his brother. He wants us to adopt his precious 1. I lit into him like a mongoose on a cobra. Those vultures are NOT his family! I told him I’d rather die than adopt that ass clown. My husband & oldest son hate those idiots as much as I do.
12:30 last night…a fat ass friend of Bret comes over demanding Bret to come outside. I cussed that no good son of a bitch out so bad he was in tears. Those shit lickers have gone way to far. I am going to start calling the cops on those bastards.