hope_114

I HATE my family

Ok I am a huge planner.... I have to have schedules for whats to come... I hate not knowing... so weeks before I was moving into my boyfriends I was telling my friends and family what day i was moving... what time... how many trucks and how many trips it would take... blah blah... so everyone is coming over on December 29th to help me move...

Do you know who showed up to help me move??? My boyfriend of course, HIS dad, HIS step mom, HIS sister, HIS niece, and HIS nephew... Not ONE of my friends or my family showed up....

I did however get a phone call from my sister... it went something like this... She's Faith, I'm Hope...
Faith: Hey Hope, whatcha doin?
Hope: Moving. what are you doing?
Faith: Oh nothin.. We're going to Texas Roadhouse (sorta expensive redneck restaurant, incase you dont know) for Britt (my brother)'s birthday. Are you coming?
Hope: UM no, I am MOVING.
Faith: Oh yeah, thats right... You've moved too much for your family to want to help you.. But yeah.. well Erin (my 4 yr old niece) wants to say hi..
****i hung up****

That hurt my feelings. Very much...

Then today.. I get a call from my mother... it went like this... My mom is Bitch, and again I'm Hope.

Bitch: Hi? Hello? Hello?
Hope: HELLLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Bitch: OOhh, well what are you doing?
Hope: Working. What do you need?
Bitch: Oh nothing. I was just up at Texas Roadhouse and I was getting some "to-go" food and your sister was up here so I figured I'd buy everyone dinner since its Faith's birthday. Just thought you and Tim would come up here.
Hope: Well, Tim just left to go to the chiropractor and he'd still have to shower so I guess not.
Bitch: OH well you could come without him.
Hope: Or you could plan ahead since other people have lives. We aren't all retired living on disability mom. OK, Well you guys have fun.
*****i hang up******

OK, this is the 2nd time in 3 months they've done this to me... and the same fucking restaurant.

Some of you know my life story in a round about way...

here is a little more..

My mother had her tubes tied the week of Valentines Day 1984... She went to her follow up appointment and told the doctor she felt sick and that she had 2 other kids and felt like she was pregnant. The doctor told her to take a pregnancy test and call him if she felt the same way in a week.. Well a week later its the first of March and she still feels funny... he gives her a blood test and holy hell she's pregnant. She tells her best friend that she is to old to have kids and is going to an abortion clinic. (she is 30 at the time and she has an 8 year old and a 10 yr old) Well my moms friend calls my UBER CHRISTIAN grandmother who goes to the abortion clinic and finds my mom waiting for her NUMBER to be called... thats right they called numbers... my mom didnt have a name and neither did the baby she was more than ready to abort.. Well my grandmother feels that if she lets my mom have this abortion that they will both go to hell so back home they go... then November 4, 1984 I am born... I lived with my grandmother off and on and when I turned 13 my brother was 21 and my sister was 23 grown up and gone... well my mom decided that if she would have had said abortion she would have no kids in the house and would be "free"... so I got put in a mental hospital for 3 years... turned 16 there and everything... blah blah... got out lived with my brother.. got in a fight with him.. my step dad tried to play the hero.. took me to arkansas for a little vacation and molested me... I came home.. joined the military... came home b/c my mom was in I.C.U. with no chance of recovery... she recovered... kicked me out of her house.. i got married... a year and a half later divorced... went crazy drinking and doing drugs... got raped by a dealer... calmed down.... met my boyfriend... moved in with him December 29th 2006... which takes you back up to the top of the story...

so yeah... anyone want to adopt me? I am caring, thoughtful, loving, funny, and cute despite the fucking bullshit...

all i want is a nice loving family... maybe i could create on here?


so who's game?

P.S. on a good note.. my boyfriend is the best. He bought me 3 planted tulips, a chocolate rose... and when he found that i was crying about all this... he bought be a chocolate shake... and to top it off I found little candy hearts with cute sayings placed around my sink and on my change holder and stuff...

He and my puppy are the only reason that I haven't killed myself today.