- Me: I'm thinking about getting a tattoo that is a ball of yarn shaped like a skull.
- Brother: What's your future boyfriend going to say?
- Me: I don't care, KNITTING'S PUNK ROCK!
I find it funny that when it comes to math I have a difficult time with the most basic of equations but when it comes to knitting/crochet and counting stitches I turn into a freakin mathematician!
I couldn’t do anything right, and that included breathing. Something about it had to be wrong.
^^^ How it clicked for me that I was in an abusive relationship.
Why should I respect you
Because you’re my mother?
Treat me like I’m worthless
Let everyone walk all over me
You call that being a mother?
I stick up for myself because
Not one other person does
I do what’s best for my children
Even though I wasn’t ready for them
The responsibility is heavy but
I do what I can
I live in a house full of strangers
That share my blood
But treat me like a pariah
Expect my respect?
No one helps when I need it
That was the whole point
“Fight for your kids we’ll help”
Yeah, help criticize.
I love my kids
But they are hard to take care of
Crying for help is no use
Well that’s apparent
I’m just a boarder
Not someone you made
Your own flesh and blood
I’m treated like an outsider
No wonder I want to die
I’m already dead inside
What’s family anymore?