I swear to god, my mum should ****ing die. All of that **** she tells me can go die with her. What kind of mother makes her son spend HIS OWN money to get HER stuff, then LEAVE HIM in the COLD for 30 minutes for the next bus, so she doesn't need to carry the **** she MADE me buy? The pathetic excuses aren't helping, you know, ****ing *****.An Empty House
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The only good thing that happened today is that I finally got something that seems like it MIGHT help my ankle. And this is after at least 6 months of my mum *****ing about how X-Rays give you cancer and ****, shut the **** up. All she says translates to "I don't give a **** if you can't walk, I don't want to PAY for an X-Ray". And I FINALLY got information on an orthodontist after another four months, and I'm willing to bet I'll need braces again because of my ****ing dumbass mum who doesn't want to PAY for what SHE suggested.
End result: Mum out of life would probably make it easier. Next time I see this post I'll probably think otherwise, but for now, I hate her ****ing guts. Any comments?