bastard

My family was poor white trash. My mother hoarded animals in those days. Everything would revolve around the animals. We were at some bullshit dog training class. Sitting there endlessly. Oh, how my mother LOVED to make you sit there for hours upon hours. She'd make us be at stores for five, six hours at a time as she'd pace and look at the same shit. Hoarder behavior, and I remember a hoarder episode where one of the kids talked about their Mom actually doing that. How she'd be at the store for so long, they could have walked home.

Anyway, we were at some bullshit dog training class. My dad says to me how we're going to get Domino's Pizza that night. To a normal person, that is like a simple thing. Like maybe fun, but not the oh my God thing that it was to me in those days. He says this, gets me all excited, he pretends to look at coupons. Do you think we got Domino's Pizza that night? Fuck no. He didn't even intend for us to. It was part of that sick shit he'd do of trying to get you excited about something, only to take it away at the end. Always blamed my mother when he had an ability to put his foot down.

I have so many reasons for why I hate them. They're both terrible fucking people.

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anonymous Relationships September 15, 2026 at 9:35 am 0 0