Naw – you don't wanna hurt the baby.  I say sew her snatch shut with a rusty needle.

Not trying to give you ladies and gents my whole life lol but, my dad did heavy equpiment recovery and he is a trained first responder. Daddy got into a very very very nasty accident, a semi pinned him between his truck and the semi (a chain broke….freak accident). This was when I was young and lived in PA it was about -10 or so that day very very cold. He broke both of his femur bones and had 15 open compound fractures.

Dad was in the hospital for a while and when he came home he did home therapy. Mother said she could not handle the stress of having to deal with daddys injuries so she left us….and got married to the asshat that was supposed to be my daddys friend. He was a real fucktard. My bro and I stayed with Daddy for a few years and then Daddy decided to leave Pennsylvania. Mother threw a fit and went to a judge and judge said we had to stay in Pennsylvania.

We were stuck with looney toons. Her penis kicked me out when I was 13 and then again when I was 17. My bro is with mother. All though she treated me like a piece of crap I do have to admit that given his disabilty Mother takes very good care of him. He gets the best education he can get and she has him on a waiting list for an apartment complex that has other “mentally retarted” people who live there with nurses and help. They also will set him up with a job, grocery trips, social and event outtings and transportation. She is getting older now and realizes she can't always be there for him.

Ironically one of my older sisters has sadly taken in her footsteps. She already left one child close to where I live now (in Alabama) and my mother has the son she just had a few weeks ago. Mother is in the process of adopting him.

I also want to make it clear here that even thought mother made the choices she did we never went without anything. We always had a home, food and clothes. As far as I know mother never slammed us on the ground or hurt us other wise!

Addictions are sad. I grew up with two addicts. When I was 7 I had to pull my mom's tonuge out her throat before she died of OD that was while I was bathing my 3 year old little brother with Down Syndrome. My dad did his best to hide his addictions and lead a “normal” life. My mother has NEVER EVER apologized to me or my other brothers and sisters for her selfish decisions. My daddy, on the other hand, has been clean for about 6 years now. He has apologized in his own way for making my childhood more complicated then it needed to be and putting the responsibility for raising a child with Down Syndrome on a child.

While my mother now is clean and only taking the meds she is perscribed and dosn't drink anywhere close to what she used to she still thinks like an addict. She still thinks she did nothing wrong.

I have accepted my dads apology and he has been a part of my childrens life. Will I ever fully forgive my parents? No….I missed out on slumber parties, dating, my prom, dances, and most other social activities.

When I got older I resented the fact that I learned that other kids didn't live that way and that my parents has the ability to get clean and still choose not to.

Drug addictions are sad. They tear families apart and change the user into nothing more than a creature seeking a fix. They don't have the capacity to care about anyone else–not their kids and not themselves.

I hope she gets help, and those kids find a stable home.

APRIL, that's the first thing I thought when I saw her nose.

That poor child, and the one inside of her. I cannot understand drunk/drug addict Mom's. I seriously cannot. There are so many people who want babies. I'm so sad over this.

Damn…. This calls for a Mether's Day poem. Let me clear my head and I'll see what I can come up with.