The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back

jesusfuckingchrist! My mom is the epitome of the word bitch. Seriously, who gets mad that their child has developed her own design aesthetic? Who would be pissed that their ex husband and his girlfriend is giving their child free furniture? Who calls someone an ungrateful bitch because they’re financially cautious and following a budget whilst buying a fucking condo? My mother.

"You would be nothing without me." Oh yeah? You really fucking think I got to where I am in life solely because of you? Are you fucking kidding me? If I had lived my life with you as an example I’d be married to someone I met in a bar on a slutty dare to make some chick jealous (how you met my dad) I’d be dependent upon a man like you’ve been my whole life, even while going through a divorce. I’d be blind to the realities of the world. I would base every relationship upon appearances. I would be a miserable bitch with no idea how to treat people with love and respect. That’s not the kind of life I’m going to live. That’s how you raised me, Mom. You should be proud that I took all of those lessons and went in the opposite direction. I took all of your emotional and physical abuse and turned it into self reliance, confidence in myself and deeper appreciation for the soul of another human.

One more week in this hell. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. When I’m gone, I’m gone for good. I’ll never spend another night under this roof. Maybe one day you’ll realize what you did and the guilt will set in. Don’t you fucking dare come running to me, Mom, because you taught me never to forgive a liar and to let others suffer with the pain they caused themselves.







Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

i reblog this every time its on my dash

this is so sad


love is scary
it can break you just as fast as it made you

This makes me want to cry

She died on valentines day. This is one of the saddest things I’ve seen.