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As I was trying to ditch these college derps on the way home from work tonight

I saw a rat, not shocking.

But then I noticed a little baby bunny. It was so cute, it melted my heart. I wasn’t gonna let him chill by the street so I moved him towards the greens. cause Buns also should always eat their greens. …..It did.

I must have looked like a complete mental patient while being stoned, sitting outside a boutique on Newbury street at 2 AM, having a conversation with a baby rabbit about the danger of city rats.

I had to explain it to a few people passing by looking at me sideways, but I was cool with it.

I really hope he/she/they/them found its mom and those assholes left him alone with his greens.

Bottom of my list

Trust me, having a boyfriend with a baby mama (especially a certified whack job) was never, ever in my life plans.

You can ask anyone that knows me and they would say it was at the far bottom of it.

I signed up for it emotionally, before I knew this swamp donkey and his child existed.

Calm down, no ones trying to fight to deal with that.

Its on him to figure it out.

But I don’t play games, Ill take his guitar off my wall and smash it on a dead rat in the back of my building. I’ll hand out his clothes to the homeless people in the Back Bay.

I’m just a ticking time bomb love, Im not some pushover. Been there, done that.

You can NEVER say I don’t come (adorably) with a headband made out of red flags.

Because I do. I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not.

“Thats what separates you from me”

You can have him

I think I told her “I want everything to work out for you guys” and different versions of “IM NOT TRYING TO BE WITH THAT GUY” in 500 ways.

Its not my problem you were hyper focused on me, without me even knowing.

It pisses me off because thats not my character, I am the furthest girl from someone who would enable cheating or be a part of it.

…Someone needs to take her meds…

Maybe I’m not over here tweaking because I DO take mine .

I did not “Steal your man”

You can’t even call someone “your man” when he left you 8 years ago, fully pregnant, after you told him it wasn’t his kid. It was the other dudes kid you were sleeping with. AND STILL ARE! (Fuckin’ Bert, the real MVP)

He gets guilt tripped by you, his son and me subconsciously…and after a year of knowing each other and working together, 6 months of spending almost everyday together. One fight, he runs away to Florida in the middle of the night due to an impulsive decision.

Stealing “your man” would entail him to even be attracted to you, not be emotionally invested in someone else, mentally stable enough to make rational choices, me making an effort to even contact him.

After two months he’s at my doorstep.

TWO MONTHS, after 8 years of no contact besides Zoom, and after you already popped out two other kids and got married in the meantime.

Stealing “your man”, would have to make him “your man” to start with. He wasn’t. He’s a lunatic for sure, but not “your man” hun. Hes your son’s “man” There is a difference.

I love a wounded bird

When I look at ALL of my relationships…from my very first boyfriend and first love.

I was attracted to the fact he looked depressed like me. In 7th grade.

The guy with the 6 pack could like me all he wanted…I liked the chub and black hoodies.

Ive dated drug addicts, schizophrenics, two in a row whos parents were just going through savage divorces.

I mean, I can’t help it. But I wish I could like just a nice normal dude…although, maybe its cause I feel more validated by people with issues?

Not really sure.

Had that epiphany in the middle of my virtual job training

Men should not even have the right, to decide laws on a women’s body.

The sickest part is my experience of having two abortions, were not even fully my choice.

It wasn’t only my decision. Two people created the situation. Thats how I saw it, his opinion was valid TO ME. Granted every situation is different.

But I will say, it was MY body, and at the end of the day I do believe if I wanted to have a child I should have.

With the amount of pressure, technically a man made the final decision of that also.

I don’t regret my choice, I had everything working against me. The economy in this country, would not allow me to provide a healthy, good life for a child. I would be setting someone up for failure in my eyes. I was born into a wonderful family who planned for me, so did my ex. But we were both ROYALLY fucked up in the head.

I’m not rolling a dice.

I’ll honestly never forget what I went through.

I think abortions are personal to everyone. My first was so physically traumatic and the second was mentally traumatic.

My whole life one of the only things I EVER knew I wanted to be was a mom. Having that option and having to choose what was the best for me or a child was gut wrenching.

Sure. maybe if I moved down to the middle of nowhere instead of Boston my kid would get a sub-par education at best, live paycheck to paycheck, have a drug addict father, enjoy a spacious trailer that maybe Ill let him join if he stopped hitting me, be raised around gun slinging racists who don’t know what direction is up.

I’m all set with that. Listen, my life is already messy enough. I couldn’t even imagine the horror I would have brought to a human life at that time.

Honestly, not a day will go by that it doesn’t hurt though. It was hands down, one of the hardest things i’ve had to do.

So all these “men” with strong opinions should literally crawl in a hole and die.

They are the abortions we SHOULD have had, they are walking proof of a glorified accident.

I might sound like a bitter, controversial, trashy bitch, but I DO NOT CARE.

Thats the reality. Thats where we really went wrong.

How about we ABORT IGNORANCE. I think that would look good on this twisted country I am no longer, proud to live in. We are a walking embarrassment.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag” that takes two steps forward and three steps back.