Kek. Gaetz has room to talk.
>anybody has a wife in menopause who is totally out of order emotionally? don't know what to do anymoar and it's making me crrrazzzyyy
Kek
>Freemason's founded the U.S.A., why does Gaetz have "room to talk"?
Indeed, Anon. Perish the thought that Gaetz could be controlled opposition, 'cos that never happens.
Kek. That isn't shit. My entire family forgot about me one Christmas. Of course, I was adopted and they made it quite clear that I should be "grateful." so the irony of watching them all open gifts in front of me, while I got nothing wasn't surprising.
Kek
>What the fuck.
Okay, a little bit of back story. The adults decided that it was "too expensive" for them to have to buy gifts for all the kids and the adults, so they decided that they would draw names out of a hat for the adults and defined an "adult" as anyone who was 18 or older. Names were always drawn the year before, so there were no hassles and the maximum amount you were supposed to spend was 20$ (this was the mid-80s, so 20$ went far). I was 15 at the time.
The next year, I turned 16 and I had to get a part time job, 'cos I wanted a car (my parents didn't buy me one, like they did my older siblings. I had to "earn" it.) When we went up to the Grandparent's for Christmas, my parents decided that since I had a job, I was now an "adult" and that meant I had to draw a name out of the hat.
They just neglected to put my name in the hat. They didn't even bother to double check that everyone's name was covered. I drew my grandmother's name. When I got her gift, me being me, spend around 50$ on her. To me, it didn't matter. It was something I knew she wanted, 'cos I asked her, so I got it. Money never once entered the equation.
So, the following year rolls around and everyone is exchanging gifts, while I'm just sitting there. So while I'm sitting there, just kinda staring off into space, 'cos what kind of person says, "Hey, where's my gift?" Anyway, it apparently became obvious that I wasn't opening anything, so these fucking morons said, "Where's your gift?" I replied, "I don't know?" So, they run to check the list to find out who didn't get me anything, only then realizing that they made me pick a name, but forgot to put my name in the drawing. So, my grandmother runs into her room and then says, "Sorry, [REDACTED]. I was the one that picked your name" and hands me a 5 dollar bill. I was so mortified, I asked to be excused, left the money on the couch and wandered around in the woods near their house for a couple of hours. When I came back, the 5 dollar bill was gone and never returned to me.
I moved out of my parents house about 2 months later and with the help of one of my best friends' (whose Jewish) family, managed to get my own apartment, get emancipated and graduate from high school. I haven't spoken to my family since.
>You're either a super hero or super villain now.
I would say that I'm a super villain, but I have 3 wonderful boys, whom I adore with every fiber of my being, who would argue differently. I show them right from wrong. I teach them to spread joy and kindness to others, always ready to help anyone in need. My oldest, is my step-son and a big fan of Transformers. My old work laptop is covered in Transformers stickers he put on there. When I confronted him about it, he flat out told me, "You're one of the 13 Primes."
My family is the only thing that keeps me going.