Stop The Presses

Well...what a great fucking IDEA it was to open a can of fucking worms...yep...squash em with a spoon. Poop...so. Yeah, ah...just listened to a voice message of my youngest son calling me a liar, punk, that I ain't got my *** together (never FUCKING tried to hide it...matter fact...when you are over here...you are literally in my world...what? get mad at me... WELL, we all know that I am sick...why are we over here FUCKING YELLING AT ME, IT is not really talking, or say communicating...He Said He HATED ME!!!!...and I told him to get the *** out.

So...no. No more of my family stuff here online. the fallout now needs more therapy...and not just from me...