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Shouldn't creating a thicker skin take precedence over being insulted by everything? It's only one step. Ignore and move on. They're always going to be there. 23-Feb-2021

Tags: Parenting 101, Social Media, World Peace

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23-Feb-2021


 

How can a country blame all of its woes on one man (DT) yet no one can pin one on mom? 24-Jan-2021

Tags: Hypocrisy, Mothers, Politics

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24-Jan-2021


 

My grandmother would babysit me on certain weekends so my mother could free herself from the drudgery of doing nothing. My grandmother acknowledged me with derision but in comparison to the others (cousins) I was useful. I could serve her, protect the child and gain the privilege of her hating me less. The favorite grandchild had curls spun from gold and the disposition of an angel. The prince came from nowhere. There is no evidence of a father. Mythologies passed on from cousin to cousin deduced my father, the rapist, was in the running, my aunt's pedo brother too and a made-up greek guy that no one's ever seen. No cousin/grandchild would ever receive such bountiful love from the adults in the family. I loved him too.

My grandmother once announced to her 15 grandchildren (ages 6 through 12) that they would not receive a Christmas present from her because she could only afford to give it to one and she was bestowing it to the most deserving. Seven of my cousins later became Jehovah's Witnesses and never celebrated anything ever again. The two year old prince doesn't remember that day but that's the day his life was destined. That Christmas he was granted grandma's glee, heart, exquisite presents and everyone's hate. We were so angry at her. She could have shared that gift with him at anytime. They lived together. Why did she choose to humiliate us by having us witness it? "Because she's a witch." "She hates us." "I hate her!" The family dynamic was set. Avenge the Sith.

We could see her coming. Through the windows. Before the elevator dings. "Here comes that demon mother of yours," she would say. It was almost a countdown on how many bad things my grandmother could state about my mother before she arrived to terrorize her. Ding!

My mother would make her account for every mistake (the cheating, the twins, the lying and the pastor) she ever made. It happened a lot. My grandmother would end up screaming, crying or both. It was horrible. I didn't really understand grandma's sins but I forgave her. My mother obviously could not.

My grandmother taught me how to live a successful miserable life and to always be wary of mother. 22-Jan-2021

Tags: Family

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22-Jan-2021


 

My sister is a teacher of wee ones. 01-Jan-2021
My sister noticed her son's 2 year old daughter has behavioral superpowers so I asked how she was going to help her son resolve it. She was surprised. Resolve it? No, that's his problem. Let him find out for himself. I'm just grandma now. I enjoy them, it keeps me relevant and aren't they the cutest things? (They are but that's not the point.) Besides, by the time he notices, it'll be too late for him to ask for advice. He'll also understand the experience of being a real parent. I said, "don't you want to give him a chance?" (He is one of her favorites.) The answer was no, no one helped her. 31-Dec-2020

Tags: Abuela, Relationships, Sister, Women In Charge

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01-Jan-2021


 

I was dreading the call after the whitewashing incident but every Holiday must be observed and I must answer when mother calls. It started with a celebration of how she diagnosed my stepfather's stroke two days ago. The doctor confirmed it today. "I can diagnose shit right away," she brags. Obviously, not in enough time to call the ambulance when he was skidding all over the kitchen. We hit Corona next. Did she hear that Florida was having a surge? No, she did not but she saw wild parties on the news that disturbed her. Because mama had surgery and stepdad just stroked I recommended social distancing for a while. "For how long?" As long as it takes, mother. "Well, I can't live like that... in a cage. Besides, that only happens if you have 200-300 guests." True but every family member has a different job, with opposing safety methods, families with other families and friends with other friends and jobs and children. It's not safe. "I'm not living in fear!" "It's for your grandchildren's protection too," I said. Don't you care about them?" Nope, God will watch over us. We've done fine until now." I said luck runs out. Voices reached Mariah pitch, feelings were unraveled and hate was all that remained. I reiterated the white boy assumption and she claimed she never said it but confirmed I was not black. She chose a random green color to describe me. Kermit? I told her she was ashamed of marrying a Black Puerto Rican and she hyperventilated the pointy part of the island flag into my brain. We weren't listening anymore, just yelling at each other like the neighbors from "Network." She told me I didn't have a heart. I only had heart for the dicks that kidnapped and raped me. I told her its because my family sucked. " I bet you never fought them like you're fighting me!" I got the life I deserved because I never followed her advice. "But I did!"Her life was my education and downfall. (Hurt emoji) 01-Jan-2021

Tags: Mental Health, Mother, Myself, Puerto Rican, Relationships, Sad, Women In Charge

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01-Jan-2021


 

I cured my mother of whitening me like toothpaste. I used a racist factual history rinse with a white witness to counter her tooth decay. You can call or text them, mother. (Sorry guys. ) They were there. They will confirm. "Oh no, I'm sure it happened," she claims. (Sorry again guys, don't answer.)

My mother was forced to marry my father to cut whatever hold/hate my grandmother had on/for her. Mother was a wild woman in love with the village chunk that my grandmother despised and didn't want near. Daughter's energy needed stifling. I don't know the details but an agreement was struck between my father and abuelita that sent my mother out of Dodge and a better life but away from her fairy tale cowboy. That guy erupted during our preteen years. On a vacation to Puerto Rico before a "real daddy" makeup session stopover, she introduced us to the man that inhabited her hometown and her dreams. He came out of nowhere and hit us like rockets. She praised him like the most handsomest superhero but he was just a cowboy. Hotdiggity, he was available to see her again and her children after all this coincidental time apart. I was not pleased but my sister was furious. During meet and greet mother commented that my sister and I would have looked like his children had she married him when she was supposed to. It's the only time my sister and I did science together. "If we were white!" "Thank God, he wasn't our father! We would have been ugly!" is what my sister said. My sister's plan was to disrupt their honeymoon dinner and sabotage any chance of them canoodling secretly. We spent the whole night running from balcony to balcony rudely interrupting. It's too bad. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was grand.

My mother can't face the idea that she married a black Puerto Rican.

Oh, Oh... to fully annoy her, I called Trump papi. Like "papi Trump got us more money." 30-Dec-2020

Tags: Heritage, Mental Health, Mother, Myself, Racism, Respect, Responsibility

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30-Dec-2020


 

GIF: they always find a way in.
My worst case scenario has come true. I have to relive the aspects of my life I was frightened to visit. I am a needy person. As such I need to acquiesce to the support (family) that saves, not the one of invention (gay.) I have faith now because how else could I survive. It is family prayer that gives me breath. But I don't believe. Stop the crap. This is why you suffer. Because you won't let him in. "But..." I give out benedictions and prayers to everyone as I crack inside. My mother cries that I never gave her a grandchild. I kiss God's lips for hearing me on that one. "Gay was a failure or you wouldn't have come crawling back." I didn't come crawling back. They tracked me down. I was made to believe gay would be beautiful, romantic and forever. I didn't know I was in a cesspool of perverts. My sexual predators are now bffs, the meanest people are my mentors and I keep asking what did I do so wrong? I wanted to die in peace. 27-Dec-2020

Tags: Family, Mental Health, Myself, Parenting

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27-Dec-2020


 

One of the most mystifying gifts my mother laid on me this year is for me to stop pretending to be black and just be white. She's never seen me as anything but, so it is so. Racism doesn't apply to me because she's always seen me as white. LOL. It was said in an advisory tone to offset future guilt. Head explosion. If I went outside right now and declared I was white they would shoot me. I'm not black because my hair don't kink, she says. (2 blunts.) My nephews and nieces are black because their fathers and mothers are really black. There are no black people in Puerto Rico. They're Indian. Body collapse. 25-Dec-2020

Tags: Environment, Errattic, Family, Hostility, Ignorance, Mental Health, Myself, Parenting, Political Correctness, Saving The Environment!, Superiority, Survival, Women In Charge

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25-Dec-2020


 

Study: Smoking bans saved countless lives — could they have increased drunk driving?

We lived longer on cigarettes and opioids compared to the situation we're in, now. Political idiots! 21-Dec-2020

Tags: Assholes, LGBTQ, No more Heroes

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25-Dec-2020


 

Mother's stratagem to keep a working daddy closer is to never let him know he was doing a banging good job. "Make them sweat, make them wonder but if you want to keep 'em don't ever tell them how great they are." I got it. The more a man thinks he's great the more chances of fulfilling the crippling desire to open other people's presents. Irk that one good spot left in his brain and he'll keep coming back around to try to figure it out. I can see a woman's idea of entrapment there. It suddenly occurred to me to accidentally apply it to a guy I was dating. He was daddy perfection and ejaculatory squish. After an aerobic session he asked me to concur that is was one of our best. Even though it was, I told him I had better. He topped himself every single time and I always answered the same. Why did I do that? I sadly dumped him because he was a camper. He kept threatening that we couldn't extend our relationship unless I went camping with him. Black daddies and city Puerto Ricans don't do woods. It doesn't make sense. He was one of the greatest but I don't camp.

My step-father must wonder with every dying breath, "why did l try so hard? She was never satisfied." 21-Dec-2020

Tags: Gay, Life, Marriage, Mental Health, Mother, Myself, Parenting 101, Sex, Women In Charge

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21-Dec-2020


 

Gay Mafia Secret: the real reason gay men and lesbian women don't get along is because they think we're gutter sluts and we think they're violent. 18-Dec-2020

Tags: LGBTQ, Life, Parenting 101, Relationships

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18-Dec-2020


 

If people really want to protect marriage they should make cheating, grounds for an automatic annulment. 17-Dec-2020

Tags: Contract, Evolution, Marriage, World Peace

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17-Dec-2020


 

I would never harm a good thing. 16-Dec-2020

Tags: Respect

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16-Dec-2020


 

A worst fate for late in life is to be beholden to the people that abused you for most of it because misfortune has been visited upon you. I'm a child again. The battles I forged, the scars I tore, the people I thought I'd changed for goodness sake was for naught. People "put up with" before they can accept, if ever. Me Toos are things you shove under the rug. Never to be spoken about because it's too fucking late for that shit. It won't stop. It never stops. Especially now that all children are liberated from their sexuality. They are all equally delicious. We'll just call it something else.

I forgave my monsters and my perception of them as patrons of hell. We are the things they inhale to get a high from. How do we get high? The irreversible damage is done and nobody cares.

There are monsters hiding under our banner which qualifies anyone to abuse anyone and the pedos are having a ball with it. History has proven that there are consequences for too much sexual freedom. I have no idea if I was supposed to be gay because people decided it for me or because I wanted it. Sister vs Primos. For the sake of better future mental health, I went with the primos.

The campaigns that created the art of neighborly hostility has 20 years of failure to back up its frivolity. Stop fussing in the mirror and check your soul. We can't even decide if we want to live or die as a nation and that is everyone's fault. 11-Dec-2020

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11-Dec-2020


 

Tags: Life, Myself, Survival

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11-Dec-2020




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