Work has been fantastic. That’s about all I can say about that. I’m sure you understand. I got called a “God damned fucking bitch”. That made my day. Can I just point out that it didn’t upset me at all. I gave him to a supervisor, and life was fantastic. She handled it in a far more professional way than I felt I could, I wanted to call him a cock sucking ass hat, but I refrained, because I am an adult.
Things that have made me furiously happy lately, include my daughter running to me when she needed a hug, that she stood up to a bully and was fantastic at it. I cannot explain exactly how proud that does make me. A child I could not be prouder of if my life depended on it. She is growing into such a fantastic young lady. I am proud of her and I know her father would be also.
The other thing. I damned near had a freaking full blown panic attack that could have sent me into -not a very good place- tonight. I want to thank someone for giving me the perspective that i needed to be able to not go into that place. I was close, dear god I wanted it, like all it would take to keep me breathing rationally was that. But I didn’t because I don’t need it in the same way. I am able to come here my safe place, and who ever might want to take that from me can kiss my ass. I don’t want to end up there again.
From time to time I do write, I do. I am working on a novel, “First page” was the first couple pages of that novel
NOVEL ya’ll …that didnt happen to me, it’s fiction, and any one who thinks -that- happened to me well read it again. My name is not jennifer, and yes, I had friends in high school get knocked up, and I did see something when I was 8 that no child should see. I saw my father hold a gun on my mom and threaten to kill her. But yanno what the fuck that is normal isn’t it.
Well I am not going to be silent about it any more.
If it doesn’t fit into your perfect little world what I saw, deal with it.
I am not going to be bullied into being silent, not by any one