so at this point and time I sit back and wonder
what the goddamn hell did i ever do to deserve the way people treat me.
I’ve probably posted here numerous times about my childhood, so we won’t rehash that.
But going through e-mail, and cursing the spam filters as I had to go digging for an order receipt, this message, got through.
Because I’m not a total heartless prick I’ve removed the e-mail and name of the sender, and my own for the security of all.
I’m going to reaferm my stance, I’m not responsible for the actions of others as a result of this post, and I’m not responsible if you aquire equipment to blow this person to kingdom come. But I’ll support the efort and join you in jail, k?
So here we go.
from: my biological mother
Sent: Tuesday, April 05, 2011 4:17 AM
This message is to inform you that we heard about your surgeries back in July, and what has transpired since then.
What right did you have denying your biological parents access to your medical history, or your state of health.
We fucking brought you into this world, we have a fucking right to know what’s going on with you.
How’d we find out? By reading your goddamn blog, and if this goes on the blog, you won’t like the consiquences.
I hope someone does kill you because you don’t deserve to live, and the next time you have surgery hopefully they’ll fucking kill you so your out of our lives.
As for you dating some gutter slut whore from the states? Your a goddamn canadian, stay the fuck on this side of the boarder, you don’t need to be dating some fat, no good bitch that can’t even fend for herself and who won’t even get up the balls to come up here.
The only relationship from that side of the boarder that did you any good was the one that knew that slapping you around was the only way to keep you in line.
Don’t ever deny us access to your information again young man, we brought you into this world, and we’ll take you out of it.
Your foster parents can’t and won’t stop us from removing you from our lives, even if you think they will.
You can’t hide from us, so don’t try.