2:56 a.m. - Wednesday, Oct. 20, 2004
fuck you and the amoeba you slithered in with!
I've updated to tell you that I have beem fighting with my Mom for 2 days straight now. I fucking hate her and she hates me. I hate Jeff and he hates me. They can both play hide and go fuck themselves.
I was leaving for Huntington tonight without telling Mom but then called her when I got about 30 minutes away from here.
She doesn't care about me. She has spent the last 2 days telling me that nothing I do is right, she doesn't like me, I aggravate her and she doesn't want me in her house because I treat her and Jeff like shit, AND I'm an unfit mother. She would take Jesse away from me if she could.
Jeff fucking dared to tell me tonight that he could understand me being mad at my mom, but he didn't see why I was taking it out on Jesse.
"I'm not!"
"Yes, you are! In your own little way!"
THAT pissed me off and made me leave tonight. I only came back because I have a meeting with child support on Thursday that I HAVE to go to!
I left those fuckheads a note telling them as much and I get this in a letter from my Mom hanging on the fridge:
Child support is Friday's only. Oct 22, 2004. (underlined 3 or 4 times and this beside it, also underlined 3 or 4 times) Friday. I wan't Jesse to spend this weekend w/ me. It's my Birthday and that's all I want. (again, underlined) Just her. I don't care what your plans are. This is what I want. I have offered to keep her you know that its best
FUCK YOU AND THE AMOEBA YOU SLITHERD IN WITH, CUNT! is all I have to say to that. There is no way in hell she is getting Jesse this weekend or any other time! DIE!DIE!DIE!
DIE!DIE!DIE! DIE!DIE!DIE! DIE!DIE!DIE! DIE!DIE!DIE! DIE!DIE!DIE!

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