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The #AllLivesMatter degenerates love the two-tier style of justice and complete disregard for children.

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Some parents will never forgive you for how they failed you

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You there, tumblrina, what day is it?

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Open letter to the person who said I’m a bad mom:

You came to my work while I was on the clock. A woman I held in high esteem. A woman I looked up to, who I was only ever kind and friendly towards. Hell I wanted to be your friend, but I’m not great at that sort of thing. A woman that, up until that day, I would hear no besmirching of, from anyone.

You caught me outside, and when I greeted you with the first genuine smile I had given all day, you proceeded to launch into a lecture of how I’m a bad mom because I don’t go to my sons football games. You’re concerned about football games?!

Now I’ll be the first to say I’m not the greatest mom, or human for that matter. there are things I wish I could do or could’ve done differently or better handled in my last 20 years of living. But you don’t get to say that to me. You just don’t. Not when you know nothing about me or my situation. The most in depth conversation you and I have ever shared concerned my need for a good dentist so I can get dentures and actually love myself a lil bit again.

NO ONE is harder on me than I am, and it’s helped me to get better at things and it generally helps me look at all viewpoints and be gracious even when I’m upset, but no one else knows the absolute depths of my own self hatred… and you don’t get to speak on that.

You don’t. Not until you’re listening to your (now ex) husband tell you that while seeing a specialist for her alopecia, the doctor had to stop, look your first born in the eyes and tell her “you DONT have cancer.” A conclusion she had come to that had never even entered your mind would be something she would have thought!

You don’t. Not until your second born, who has moderate autism climbs in your lap at age 15 and tells you that they don’t have friends, they only ever had the one and she’s gone now and everyone picks on them constantly and they don’t understand why or what they did wrong all while, bawling their eyes out. And there’s nothing anyone will do and you don’t know where to turn for help or guidance on that.

You don’t. Until your bright eyed hyper intelligent baby tries multiple times to take their own life because they can’t handle the torment in their own head.

YOU DONT. Until your sweet baby girl looks at you with such ferocious and intense intelligence shining in her eyes, and she’s trapped in her own head unable to form full sentences or even just go to the bathroom like an everyday person and there is NOTHING you can do to help her escape that reality.

YOU don’t. Until you oldest boy gets lured out of the house at 3 in the morning at age 14 by a child predator they met on line who they were convinced was their friend. Thank god my ex realized he was missing and we found him before they could actually meet up.

You do not. Until your youngest, a child of infinite levels of grace and a heart as large as the sky asks you to find people who will practice with him because none of his teammates are willing to. All for a game you would rather he not play, because the last time you watched a high school game a player was paralyzed and you still have night terrors where you hear his mother screaming for her baby.

God knows I wish he didn’t want to play this sport. He’s so brilliant I wish he would focus on his other loves like science and math or even his theological studies, all of which he excels at. Hell. I’d even rather he was more focused on his relationship with his girlfriend at this point. But he wants to play, so I support him, i tell him I’m so very proud of him ( because I am! Chase your dreams mighty man!) I ask him to tell me when he needs things, given that he lives with his retired father (who could go to these games easier than I seeing as how I’m usually working on game night.)

YOU DO NOT. Until you are at WORK after having someone you looked up to tell you how bad a mom you are in the same week one of your children goes missing from your ex husband’s house after dark and you call the police to help look for them only to find out they walked willing into the middle of the interstate highway hoping they’ll get hit and die.

YOU FUCKING DO NOT.

These are just a few moments from the highlight reel that is the last 21 year of my life. It’s not the entirety but I feel it should suffice to get my next point across, which is this:

I am a great many things, I’m not proud of them all but none have ever hurt anyone but myself … but look, I’m holding on to what’s left of my sanity by the skin of the single front tooth I have left, and you do not get to sit in judgment of me on how I manage to keep that frail little thing from snapping and sending me to a point I can’t come back from. I don’t owe anyone a damn thing, including an explanation of how I am holding myself together. I can’t and I won’t make exceptions for the disrespect . Especially for people who don’t know what fresh hell it’s is everyday to wake up and feel worthless, helpless and hopeless; while plastering on a bright smile so the children never suspect you are hurting because they deserve to be happy and you are gonna support them even if it literally kills you that you can’t fix it all for them and make this world a kinder place for them.

Your ignorance is showing and I could say so much more about it but in all due disrespect:

Bless your heart, you aren’t worth the time or energy it would take to educate you fully on your own ignorance. I hope whoever hurt you, ( and it was obvious it hurts you) over not coming to see you play or act or whatever they missed apologizes to you, because that’s the one and only excuse I can find for your behavior. But trauma or not I will not tolerate the disrespect, not when I’m hanging by a thread, and just trying to survive while making sure my kids know I love them, because they, THEY, are important. You? I couldn’t care less.

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“if somebody becomes panicked when you accuse them of lying theyre obviously not telling the truth” shut up ugly im a survivor who got punished for shit i never did all the time of fucking course im gonna panic when im blamed for something i didnt do

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no bro trust me bro this moral panic is different bro yes i know i was wrong about cameras and comic books and satanic cults and washing machines and microwaves and gay people and AIDS from bus seats and ninja weapons and video games and Muslims and GMOs and fidget toys but TRUST ME BRO i swear humanity is totally cooked if we don't stop this one bro this one is TOTALLY for real bro wait come back bro where are you going-

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Hey, you know that one character? The one played by the tall, long-haired actor? The one who was pre-law in 2005, and well on his way to going to law school and getting a degree until an unexpected family issue reared its head, and he dropped out and chose a different career path? Y’know, he’s got that complicated relationship with his father, a parent-child relationship with his only sibling, and has some strange, destructive abilities that tie in with multiple traumatic experiences with fire?

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Sorry for double posting but APPARENTLY those commission scammers have showed up on Tumblr at least for the first time for me.

For those who don’t know what I am talking about, there were/are commission scams going on in Instagram and even places like Artstation where people would pretend to be interested in your work and try to commission a pet or portrait for the sake of trying to get your bank details. Here’s how to (somewhat) sniff them out:

1- They don’t seem to be an average customer/ person that would be involved in your fandom, or has a blank template for an account or don’t even follow you.

2- They ask you to draw a portrait or a pet picture either for themselves or their children/family.

3- They promise to overpay you (in the hundreds) and do not listen to you even if you firmly state the price is cheaper.

4- They are constantly asking for your email name, or private details regarding things like banking details or passwords or other private information others should not know.

5- They try and over reassure you they mean no harm, try to guilt you into giving them the info, or become aggressive over you not giving them what they want.

What should you do if you come across one of these guys? My best advice is to block and report. Sadly these people jump account to account so there isn’t really much to do other than spread this info to prevent artists from being scammed.