Mother stressing me out. She asked me if I got the money she sent me yet NO I didn't YOU JUST SENT IT LIKE FREELZ "how's your social security going?" STILL A STRUGGLE CUZ YPU FREAKEN LOST IT 2 YEARS AGO NOT TO MENTION ALL MY IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS LIKE MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE AND MY W2 WHICH I GAVE NO PERMISSION TO FILL IT OUT. "Hmmmm you need that card" WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK IM TRYING BUT YOU MADE MY LIFE A FREAKEN MESS AND HARD AND I CANT GET A SOCIAL SECURITY CARD WITHOUT AN ID NO BIRTH CERTIFICATE WITHOUT AN ID AND I CANT GET AN ID WITHOUT THOSE THINGS. SO HMMMMMM "i gave you your birth certifcate" ITS NOT A CERTIFIED COPY!!! "your dad should have the real one" He doesnt!!! WHY WOULD HE HAVE IT WHEN I DIDNT LIVE WITH HIM 90% OF MY LIFE!!! "Are you saying I have it" Yes!! YES ITS EXACTLY WHAT IM SAYING EITHER THAT OR YOU FREAKING LOST IT!!! *directs me to a website* "here use this to get an original copy and you and your dad need to try harder to get the copy" *me and my dad who literally went to a bank in person to get a copy certified "can I see an ID please??"* FINE ILL GIVE THIS SITE A FUCKING TRY BUT KNOWING MY LUCK IT WONT WORK *CHECKS SITE* I NEED A FUCKIMG ID CARD "have your dad do it... he can get it for you" IM A FUCKING ADULT NOW AND IM PRETTY SURE THEIR STILL GONNA ASK FOR ID BUT OK!! *ME AND MY DAD TRY FOR HALF AN HOUR TO GET BIRTH CERTIFICATE"ID OR PASSPORT PLEASE OR YOU CAN USE THESE OTHER DOCUMENTS" WHICH I LITERALLY DONT HAVE ANY OF THEM* WELP I TRIED!!!!
is how I wanted to conversation to go but the person in me was nice and kind about it and played into my mom's emotions just to keep her happy but everything I said she said was true. I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE MAN *POPS A ANXIETY PILL*
My dad just got back from the hospital. He arrived home with new medications for the symptoms of tingling in his arms and the pressure in his chest. Turns out he was have such severe acid reflex it was causing him to have heart burn and other symptoms.
I'm happy my dad is okay and healthy. This goes to show don't take your loved ones for granted. Because one day they may not have much longer. And then it'll be too late.
My dad went to the hospital last night at around midnight. We didn’t get home till 3:30 AM went to bed around 4 AM… woke up at 10 today cuz my dad woke me up saying he was having symptoms of a heart attack again and he was gonna go to the hospital. But they keep saying nothings wrong. When something is clearly wrong. So he’s at the hospital right now and I was sleeping.
Woke up from a night terror panicking completely because I dreamt my dad went into cardiac arrest. But the doctors and nurses kept saying he’s fine and they couldn’t find anything. And I kept telling them his heart literally stopped but when I turned to my dad we weren’t in the hospital anymore but his grave and my abusive mom was standing there with a grin dragging me away…