At 1:45am this morning, my mom called me saying dad had to take our baby girl to the vet to put her down. There was nothing else we could do for her. Her blood cells burst. She was internally bleeding. Last Saturday, May 3rd of 2014 we took her to the vet and they said she had scoliosis. We thought she was starting to get better, but we were wrong. I'm going to miss her. I love her. I feel broken. #sad
I have a step teen daughter that tells her mother things I haven't said to her. Her father and I got into a heated argument the night before she went home. She called child services on me telling them she fears for her life. The sad part is, I have done nothing to her for this reaction, other than her seeing her father and I fight.
I was just told that my mom was pregnant before she had me, she was impregnated twice before. Both the children died. I lived. And so did my younger sister. And I'm happy, but sad. Because, maybe, just maybe I could have had another older brother or sister.
Every time I get mad or sad or scared I grab a knife and throw it at a tree in my yard. Then i feel bad for it.