New tumor. Yay. I mean, it’s what I always wanna hear.
*sigh*
Dear “Melissa”,
I just want to publicly call you out as a raging bitch. There, I said it. You live a life that most women would love to have. You have a smoking hot husband who worships the ground you walk on and does everything he can for you (and even beyond) just to make you happy. You have two great young kids who love their happy little family.
So why would you go on a “mini vacation” to go fuck some man you met online? Really… I’m waiting on the answer here. Meanwhile, your husband was home taking care of your kids alone wondering why his wife was having a mid life crisis.
He found out about your little escapade and is so helplessly in love with you that he is willing to just forget it happened. Even though he is so damn scared it will happen again or has happened many times without his knowledge.
Why would you destroy a man like that? And the kids? They never did anything to hurt you!! How can you be so selfish?
And don’t go pulling that crap about “you don’t know anything about my life” because you know I do. It’s what happens when you marry my cousin who has been my best friend since birth. You know he and I talk every single day. You know how he cares for you.
You dot deserve any of it you worthless, selfish piece of shit.
I hope that guy you cheated with on your… What was it supposed to be? A solo camping trip? … I hope he hurts you as bad as you hurt your family so you reap the rewards of your actions.
You stupid bitch.
Signed,
Me
Apparently it’s puppy freak the fuck out o’clock. I’m just now getting the memo. (Taken with instagram)
The worst thing about being on such harsh medications? I wanna drink sooooo bad, but if I do I may end up in the ER
Fuck this. I wanna be healthy again.
Cancer can suck it hard and die.
Not like any of you will miss me anyway, but Imma be gone from tumblr for a little while to deal with this sickness and pain. Y’all play nice.
Soooooo much pain it’s not even funny. Ugh
There’s an app for everything. Even tracking your period. Really?
PhotoADayMay: Where You Stand. (On the word “Retard”)
“I have a little exercise for those of you who aren’t a part of the disability community. I want you to say that word. (I’m not going to call it the “R Word” any more. If you want to use this shitty word, let’s own it.) I want you to say it out loud to yourself. “Retard.” (If you’re at work, you might want to wait until later.) See how it feels, just as an independent word without context.
Now I want you to scroll up and look at the picture of Owen. Look at it and say it again. “Retard.” Because whether or not we ever allow a therapist or a teacher to attach that label, it’s one that is already being tossed his way, and has been since he was very young. So try it. Look at him and say “retard”. How does the word taste in your mouth now?
Now I’d like you to google terms like “developmental disability” and “Down syndrome”, and go look at some of those kids. Look into their eyes and say “retard”.
In each of these scenarios, try to assign yourself a number. Imagine how many times you think any of these kids has heard the word “retard”. Now line up all the people who ever said it to them and then put yourself at the back of that line. What do you want to say to the person ahead of you? What about the next person who gets in that line behind you? How long do you think that line would be for adults with developmental disabilities?
Now, just for kicks, pull out a photo of YOUR kid, or your nephew or your brother or sister. Doesn’t even have to be a kid, just someone that you love fiercely and would defend with everything you are. Look into their eyes and say it. “Retard.” Imagine it’s not you saying it, but someone else, some other person. Maybe a stranger, maybe someone you know and even like and trust.
Now imagine that other person trying to tell you that you’re being overly sensitive, you’re being “PC”, that they have a right to use that word however they want, that it’s okay in a certain context such as politics. Imagine they’re calling you or someone else a retard, but instead of hearing that as a random insult, you associate it with someone you love, and that association is, by design, intended to be devastating and intentionally using your loved one as a benchmark for extreme stupidity.
Now, repeat this exercise until you want to break something, until you want to burn down the whole world.
That’s how it feels to us when you use the word “retard”.”
(Adapted from author Robert Rummel-Hudson)
Nora, this is beautiful and so well said. That word should never have been used. It’s demeaning. Thank you for this.
Where I grew up they were called shaved ice. Here they are called snowballs.
I don’t care what you call them, I want one on a hot day. Mmmmm
Page 1 of 45
