Glitter's Dark Room

πŸ–€ It is a bittersweet day. Please forgive my rambling... don't read if you're triggered easily by trauma.
It is an arbitrary day really, but nonetheless difficult with all the retail reminders in the U.S. about celebrating motherhood...
I'm no contact with my mother. She lives in Georgia with her religious sister the psycho nurse ratchet. They have declared me evil because I don't subscribe to extremism and fairy tales. They're likely celebrating themselves and Tr*mp and praying for me, rebuking Satan in the name of Jesus with a generic cigarette hanging from blasphemous lips. πŸ’‹ πŸ˜‚ They can kiss my ass.
I lost my 1st born son to Maga and his spoiled asshat moron of a father.
And it would have been my step father's birthday on Friday... if he hadn't been discharged by the fucking VA hospital in Florida while he was emaciated and mentally incapacitated. The world is so fucked up and ignorance is a plague.
Still, I am thankful for all of my kids. They are healthy and successful. I have 2 here at home, of their free-will πŸ˜‚ that are awesome young adults. They're talented and compassionate and intelligent. I got messages and texts from them and a local friend plus a few of you that made me feel really good 😊 πŸ’• and I appreciate it! πŸ–€
I put on a pretty sun dress and some glitter and I am going to try and focus on positive things. xxx πŸ’‹
Be well :)
 
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