Thank you all so much, your right i do have things to look at each and everyday that makes me smile. and its my two children sadie and patrick aka lil man, it the fact that they dont no how not to love me, they dont no how to stop loving me .. its a unconditional love!!!!
I love my husband so much we have together since i was 16, when i fell i fell hard for him... he didnt attend my school. so that made it better. he couldnt see how the other kids really thought of me, he only thought of what i told him and what he saw was my family ... which WAS awesome we were alwas laughing joking playing games outside we WERE a close family.
patrick got good in with us quick, he was also funny and a great personality... well it took patrick a year to bring me around any of his family. later finding out he thought i would make fun of him because of his parents house because it wasent well kept up very trashy and dirty.. but i didnt care i laughed when he thought that it would bother me..
well his dad is a very opiniontive man.. hes really just cold hearted he really is patricks mom is a very large women.. we went to eat at a restraunant with his family and when the waiter asked what we would like.. he told the guy that his fat wife wanted a plate of all... she kinda smirked and orderd a salad .. i couldnt believe my eyes ... but it only got worse he would make me cry all the time in public and just at home at family gathereing he was picking on my weight.. all the time then
it then out of no where my family begings to crumble patricks dadd felt that as a better time to make me cry .... he would just make remarks about how my dad and how my mother is a drunk...
when my mom tryed to commit sucide i got the phone call at his home... i droped to the floor and gasp for air... he felt the time to tell me that he would take me to the hosiptal just to knock the breath out of my mom before she went ... he was talking about haveing with her he told me it was a good time for her to ..... i hate this man ..
patrick has barley ever tooken up for me ... but i have aslo darn near fight people because they hurt me.... me and patrick use to laugh and talk stay up late just giggleing ... then as he kept on cheating he faded away peice by peice every time he went off he forgot to bring it back when we got back together..... now its different we barely talk..
i see alot of his father in him ... HIS WAY OR THE HIGHWAY patrick tells me that sometimes he throws things and makes very mean comments to me one time he called me a fat ass in front of people .... it hurt so bad.... i thought that it didnt matter anymore ..... i thought that he loves me who cares what other people think..... but when he said that i was like "oh my god it does matter to him"
it hurt now im 6 foot tall okay that pretty big already for a female... i dont consider myself fat .... thick yes ... but fat .. No not really i mean i am hard on myself but thats because i 6 ft now come on that sucks growing up can you imagine in school when i had the bottom locker it was like having the top too. ... haha the kids hated having to share there locker with me .. when i was on my kneess trying to get to my own bottom locker, my head was right up there all up in there locker space haha... sorry just trying to make yall smile for chance...
but anyways patrick has made queit a few comments about when i say that im tired of being treated this way he tells me that he sorry and that it will all be over soon..... he means that as in his dad will pass away soon and he will treat me better.. when i try to talk about it he gets real defenceive.. see his dad worked him all his life .. he works for his father now to .. but patrick is such a hard worker, he really is i cant atleast say that about him... patrick wants his daddy to say hes proud of him.... just like i always wanted to my father to say..
patrick has a pride problem he does what ever his dad says.. he dad uses him patrick told me one time a while back that the reason that he makes fun of me and is mean to me he says because he sees his dads face like up "ITS LIKE A CHILD AT CHRISTMAS" was it exact words.... i no that he loves me and i no that i love him but i just cant take that anymore... he shouldnt have to wait tell his dad dies ... thats not right .. patrick seems to be deppressed to .. but hes pride wont let him admit it. i no thats it.. he has a big heart..i think anyways...
maybe im just making excuses so i can be with him, i dont no theres so many things that go through my head.. that i cant think staight.... has anyone ever felt like they were not actualally living but like they were watching there self live ... everyday seems like the same day .. its hard for me to get out of bed in the morning time... i love to sleep..im trying to take care of my mother because well she has it hard right now and im scared that if im not here for her she might try to hurt her self again..... i keep trying to up lift her but she keeps telling me that its to hard and that god is punisihing her for something... she always gives me excuses...
i told her that she cant ask god to make her quit drinking ... hes not going to make that happen.. he will give her the oppertunitiy to stop ... but he cant do it for us.... he wont give me courage but he will give the chance to...
you no one time i was in new orleans and there was this man that was home less drawing portraits for 10 dollars... he had old crayons and old paper... he was very dirty he was a light skinned man with long braids and he had freckles hahah he goes by the name of sunshine... and sunshine asked me why did i have such a sad face .. i told him that i was upset because i just had a child and patrick the father ran off with my best friend .. he told me that he use to have a home and he let his best friend of 14 years live with him.. his friend stayed a lil while.. and one day sunshine came home.. and there was nothing no where nothing in his home, or bank account.. .he lost his job and everything else all at the same time... sunshine was only homeless for a year he told me that he could find a reason to smile that i could to .... that there was no reason that i should carry such a long face... so i go by that motto... it can always be worse....i try to remind my self that when times get rough... but i used them words out they dont mean the same to me....
i just want to beable to be pround i want respect for me and towards me... i want to be able to have my own back bone in life....... but i came use to the fact that im use to it .. if my mom can do it so can i .... i wont self medicate myself like she did and ill be fine .. i wont let my husband get to me like that .. like she did..... but i cant do that anymore can i .. i do need help but i dont have will power i dont have ambision i dont have nothing but my two babys and thats all i need .... this is the real world no one said it would be easy..
maybe help is not for all and i dont think that it is for me im to much of a titty baby.. i cry to much and its hard to get that deep
I broke your post down into an easier to read format :) Kitt
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