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Who Am I?Now there's a loaded question. It's not one I am sure I can answer. But, I am sure if you asked people around me they all have answers... Ask my mom and she will say I am an ungrateful screw-up who is good for nothing except to wait on her hand and foot, and since I no longer do that, I am good for nothing. Ask my sister and she would probably say I am an annoying older sister who is only good to have around when you need something. Ask my husband...and well, who knows what he would probably say I am a cook, a maid, and a great lay.
![]() Okay, so you are asking me...Well, I don't know anymore. I could be your sister, your cousin, your mother, hell, I could be you! I'm just a woman trying to fit everyone's expectations, yet losing herself in the process. That is why I have created this page. I can bitch and gripe and rage...and not disrupt the lives or security of anyone around me. Everyone just wants to see the fuctional me, I am supposed to cook, clean, do laundry, and take care of everyone, and keep smiling while I do it. Run here, do this..."I want you to... I need you to... You were supposed to... Will You... What's for dinner... Is this all we have... Why Didn't you..." Seems like those are the only phrases I ever hear. I get so sick of it. No one ever cares what the hell I want, how I feel, what I NEED!
![]() But do I say anything? Do I complain? Hell yes, I do! But it gets swept under the rug, accusations are thrown at me because taking care of people is my job--JUST WHO THE HELL DECIDED THIS?--and if I have complaintes I am obviously not doing my job well. So, to avoid fights, I just shut up. I keep the darkness that seems to keep growing hidden inside. I have wants and needs. I have feelings. I get pissed at the stupid stuff in the world. But I keep it all inside. It is eating me up. So now, I have created this site as a place to bitch and rage. To show what is inside without the repercussions it would create if I showed all this crap in my real, sanitized, everyone is happy but me, life. | ||||||||||