I so want to post a major, major "bitch post". Apparently, I must be becoming bitchier since I am having such feelings. But I won't, because it will just cause a lot of drama.
So let me try to say it in a nice way. Please do not tell me my sons came to you in your dream, or have others convey it to me. You never even spoke to them for God's sake, in fact you made it a point to ignore them when they were alive. I hated it when they would ask me why you didn't like them. Hated it, because they did not deserve to be treated like that. They were ignored for 15 years and 12 years by you. Now you visit them....in their fucking graves. All it took for you to acknowledge them was for them to die. Wow.
So, please, I don't want to hear about your dreams, or whatever.
Looks like my "in a nice way" communication is still a bitch post.
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Friday, January 7, 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
not a nice posting.
i don't want 2010 to end. i don't want to enter a year that you were not a part of. i don't want to leave this year....i feel like i will be partaking of something that you will not....do you boys understand???
amm, i don't want to stop using the calendar you had made for 2010. i don't have a calendar made by you for 2011. qmm, nobody to pester to wear something warm as he would go out in a t-shirt and shorts (in the dead of winter) to jog.
and so this year, this horrible year for us, is ending. i hate 2010. this is the year that bore witness to our loss. but i don't want to leave it either. i hate march, i hate 2010, i hate pakistan, i hate the people there that saw my loss as something to gossip about. yes, i finally said it out loud, i hate pakistan. and it feels good to acknowledge that feeling. even though i love some people from there; after all, my husband and his sisters are from that place. if you read this, and are offended, i am sorry for offending you. you just may not want to read the rest.
why would i leave my sons there...in the soil of that hateful place. i should stop now. but i just want to write it one more time.
thanks a lot pakistan. i hate you pakistan. your stupidity, lack of knowledge killed my sons. thanks a lot. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. rot in hell.
amm, i don't want to stop using the calendar you had made for 2010. i don't have a calendar made by you for 2011. qmm, nobody to pester to wear something warm as he would go out in a t-shirt and shorts (in the dead of winter) to jog.
and so this year, this horrible year for us, is ending. i hate 2010. this is the year that bore witness to our loss. but i don't want to leave it either. i hate march, i hate 2010, i hate pakistan, i hate the people there that saw my loss as something to gossip about. yes, i finally said it out loud, i hate pakistan. and it feels good to acknowledge that feeling. even though i love some people from there; after all, my husband and his sisters are from that place. if you read this, and are offended, i am sorry for offending you. you just may not want to read the rest.
why would i leave my sons there...in the soil of that hateful place. i should stop now. but i just want to write it one more time.
thanks a lot pakistan. i hate you pakistan. your stupidity, lack of knowledge killed my sons. thanks a lot. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. rot in hell.
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