A sister, a lover, a wife, a mother. A teller of tall tales & one-liners. A fan of beaches & small diners. I love trees & my furbabies. I love my life, though its a bit crazy. Won't trade it for the world. Here I am, unfurled.
Guinea Pigs Galore! Part 2
That first night 3 of the 7 found new homes, leaving us with 4. The girls each get one of the solo ones so they each have their own cage to be responsible for. A and I fell in love with the two long-haired boys. Her with the red/white one pictured and myself with the black & white you can barely see in the background of the photo.
Guinea Pigs Galore! Part 1
A says to me out of the blue, "Can we get a guinea pig for the girls?" She knows I'm going to say to yes. If it's not a person, and it needs a home, I will probably take it in. A is the same way. That's why we've already got 5 dogs, 5 ferrets, 3 cats, 4 rats, and a smorgasbord of fish. D is not the same way at all, although he is pretty understanding when it comes to certain situations, so he quickly caved in this instance.
i never wanted this day, never asked to be this way. i hide behind the lies & feign surprise when my life falls apart before my very eyes, when all along it is i who wanted it to die. its my lot in life to suffer, this i believe. how can it hurt so much just to be? all this fucking pain they've all dumped on me & its all their fault that i'll never be free. but it all goes back to the age of four, when a pedophile crept through my bedroom door & he took from me something that can never be replaced & he makes me wish that i could be erased. but he was only the first, he wouldn't be the last. a little girls innocence shattered like glass. i tell myself the blame doesn't lie with me & that helps to keep my self loathing at a tolerable degree. but it seems to me that everything is always my fault, from my birth to my brain to my sexual assault(s). i don't know what it is in me that you all see & seem to fall in love with so quickly. you can say that you want me & even call me beautiful but that doesn't make your words ring true. the truth is i am ugly & fractured & scarred and to go on this way forever is surely too hard. i ache for release for healing for bliss, to cease to exist & be swallowed by the abyss. i wish not for death nor for life or for love, but for the lack of all thereof...
My Girlfriend Is Having My Boyfriend's Baby
(Me - FemaleD - MaleA - Female) Some of you know about my “alternative” lifestyle, some of you don’t. Maybe this story will shed some light on it for you. Not that it is any of your business or that I personally care one way or the other what your opinion might be. It’s more like this is your chance to choose if you want to be a part of my crazy life or not. I won’t hold my breath for any of you.