A crazy mother is someone like my daughter in law who abandoned her 9 month old and 2 1/2 year old in the middle of the night without even saying good bye. She ran off with another man because she is definitely a sexual addict, and probably a nymphomaniac.

Over the past nine years she has heaped one atrocity upon another against her little boy and girl. Both of these children have been emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, mentally, physically, and sexually abused at theeir own mother’s hands, and those of her endless string of men. These children have been locked up in their rooms from the time they arrive home from school, until the time they are awakened in the morning to go back to school. They are locked up in their bedrooms so that their mother and what ever man is available that evening can watch porno on the big screen in the living room and fuck their brains out while the children wail, and beat on the doors, begging to be let out to go to the bathroom.

The mother dressed little jade up in a short little girlie dress at the age of four and allowed her boyfriend to place the little innocent one on his bulging crotch, seated in his pick up truck and let this little tiny child drive the steering wheel.

This same mother has custody of the children, and the ex husband(who is also a complete immature idiot) is only allowed supervised visitation one day every month. but the mother foists her children off on him, so that she can be free to sext and suck and fuck her brains out every single weekend. The father also locks them up in their bedrooms because he doesn’t really want to be bothered by them. When Drake was a toddler, Andy refused to give him bottles of water, even in the hot summer because he did not want to be bothered with changing his diapers.

One of the many men in the mother’s life was an asshole of the sort who believed that the only real dog fit for a man was a pit bull. And he teased the shit out of that dog and made him mean. The mother would take the kids over to his place and the dog, towering over little Drake, would menace and growl at him, and both the mother and the boyfriend laughter and laughed because this was hilarious to them.

I could go one and on and on. I as their step grandfather tried at least a dozen times to call CPS to report these abuses, but my wife, the mother of the slut, threatened me with divorce if I dared call CPS..

What I still cannot understand is why a grandmother would not intervene to stop this never ending abuse. I mean, one one level, I do uderstam.nd that both she and her daughter are evil. And I mean truly Evil I guess someone like me who is not a psychopath is totally unable to wrap my mind around this. My therapist advised me to not even try to understand these people. She told me that psychopaths are actually considered as a different species by psychiatrists and therapists. She told me that to dwell on it to try to figure out how they could commit such crimes will only weigh me down because it is impossible to know why these people act thje way they do. Even psychiatry does not have a good understanding of why these people act the way they do.

This is a bad mother. This is a bad grandmother. Slyvia Plath was depressed, but she did not torture her children as these two women in my life have.

-Anyway, Sylvia Plath has given herself another day plenty of times so I’ve read. She had a blow after her father perished for giving up and not wanting to get better. She view his situation like he didn’t care about living anymore. She saw Ted as a frightful image of her father. She fell for him deeply, the man whom she thought would fill in the barren holes her father had left in the dark while growing up alone with out the warmth of a man; had broken his promises and betrayed his love to her.

-Yes! a lot of people can handle to live another day, but not all people can deal with depression. She had plenty of fail suicide attempts before growing up, she learned to deal with life thereafter, but after learning Ted had an affair made the whole situation much difficult. Sylvia needed a lot of help and she seeked for it but taking pills was not helpful enough to her anymore. She must of felt very alone and didn’t want to be responsible (she was afraid of responsibility, you see?). Remember, everyone’s different. Only because some can manage, don’t mean others can.

-Assia was following Sylvia’s shadow. Now I believe Assia was extremely rather-what crazy! I mean, she went to far in murdering her own child. Now that’s called her being selfish. Ted, that man lived life till the end. I wonder what he’s going through in the other world. Perhaps in wretched, I hope.

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Juri – Jesus. What a fucking cunt TM!

Queen Michelle – That sounds terrifying. Welcome to the Crazy Mothers Club.

The guy had travelled all the way to Portugal just to hang himself in some stupid hotel. The fucker! His family had to pay for the corpse to be shipped back to Finland and make all the arrangements. All because the self-centered fuck wanted his death to be a spectacle. Originally he had planned to do that last Christmas in Japan, but he chickened out, which at least was cheaper for his family.

I like the head-in-the-owen medallion! I think the UN should run a campaign going “If you’re going to kill yourself, do it at home, or somewhere nearby – it’ll be cheaper for your loved ones.” I’d by one to support the cause, even though I plan on living as old as my hepatitis C challenged liver allows.

As for HST, as much as I enjoy some of his writing, especially the stuff from his last 20 years from Reagan onwards, I can’t really read him without going “yeah, and then you went and killed yourself because you were too scared to become old and weak.” He pretty much ruined himself for me.

OMGGMAB – Amen.

fashion herald – Three cheers for sobriety!

K-Line – SAME HERE.

Suebob – I know you won’t. I understand, though. xo

Valerie – Thanks! Maybe a like-minded jeweler will volunteer!

annemarie – Yep, I’ve heard that.

Deni – Hang in there. The less drugs the better, probably, at this point. xo

Imelda Matt – TELL ME! I LOVE weed killer stories, they remind me of Isabella Blow, god rest her poor soul.