Thoughts

That’s all they are, comment if you must

I hate the fact that I no longer have friend and family support.

I hate that my biggest supporter and defender, now throws the biggest rocks at me. Bigger then I ever had hurled in my direction my whole life.

I hate that I think this way, but so far the acceptance way isn’t working.

I hate that I have tried to mend fences to no avail and then I hear nothing back. I have tried to make new friends and not one of them is interested.

I almost wish I could be one of these stars,  like Selena Gomez, who can fall out of the world and go to a rehab that is probably nothing more then a spa retreat. Have doctors look into my ouchies and psychiatrists listen to all my whines. Spend a month and not lose anything in the real world while away and walk out to the cheers and calls of bravery for it all.

Instead, I’m told I am not trying hard enough. Told that I have no disability so even if I do go into the hospital I can’t afford to. Told that if I miss more than a week or so, my job won’t be there. I have no one to drive me to a surgery or pick me up.

I came back to this village for the purpose of “reconnecting” with my sons and it’s going about as bad as when I lived miles away. I call nightly, ask nightly if they want to do this or that. I’ve been passed over for video games and trips with their Aunt.

Stones, Patty now throws stones to hurt me for what?