How dare you! Do you realize how stupid you are? Maybe next time before you feel the urge to insult me you actually get to know me. Telling someone with depression, low self esteem, and a history of eating disorders and self harm that they are fat all over their social media is the stupidest thing you could do. Not only did you do that, you refuse to apologize because you “did nothing wrong.” You hurt me and that is wrong! You don’t get to decide whether or not I am hurt. Then to make it worse you block me on fb. Why? What purpose does that serve? I never said a word to you! I deleted the comment but I never said anything. Your son did, privately. He told you how much it hurt me. Yet you don’t care. I’m going to be your daughter-in-law soon and this is how you choose to treat me? You tell my fiance you like me but your actions tell me you’d be happier if I were gone.
And how dare you judge me! You don’t know me for one. And two…have you seen yourself? How dare you call me fat when I likely weigh less than you. I can’t tell my fiance this but I hate you! You are trash. Trump loving, rapist loving trash. Everything you believe in could hurt your children. Or did you forget they are half Mexican? You know the people you think Trump should get rid of. The way you defend rapists shows me I could never entrust you with my past trauma. You will never understand me. You shit on our happiness whenever you can. Anytime we talk about our wedding you insult us for getting married because of your own past pain. You can’t just be happy for us.
And to the bitch who told me to get over it…I want to punch you in the arm and when you cry out in pain tell you to get over it. I doubt you will be able to so easily. So how come you expect me to get over my emotional pain? What just because you can’t see my illness it isn’t there?
You fucktards have no idea how badly you have damaged me. You, on top of my work drama, have led me to a place I don’t want to be. I’m trying so hard to heal but I can’t so I’ve had to go back to therapy. But I know none of this will phase you. You have no hearts. All you care about is drinking and partying. Blood means everything to you and because I am not blood I am worthless. Forget that once I marry your son I am family…I will still be nothing to you. For this I hate you more.
I hate you because you make me feel weak. Because I let your words hurt me. I hate you because I am too much of a coward to stand up to you. I hate you because I want your approval and that need is what lets your words cut me. I hate you because you make me want to hurt myself. I wish I could make you pay. I wish you could suffer. I wish you could know what it feels like to be utterly hopeless and alone.
I live in this state with no one. No friends, no family. I have been on my own since 16. I’ve always wanted a family I could be close with. I thought since you guys were so close that once I married your son I could have that but I was wrong. He still spends time with you because he loves you but if you keep hurting me, you will lose him. Maybe that will be the only way you learn.
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