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I’m going to cut to the chase.
About 2 weeks ago, my Mother sent me a birthday card. It came in a pink envelope, swathed in ribbons, complete with embroidered flowers […]
Original post: The Birthday Card
..maybe a reader told her of your whereabouts? you have bragged that it would be easy to figure out who you are - so maybe she did?
This is really weird, I just had basically the same thing happen to me today (of all times). My birthday was on the third, and I got a card a few days ago that was from my mother but had little notes from my 9-year-old sister along with a recent picture. Very cute.
I thought that was the end of it, but today I got one of those “religious/christian” birthday cards from my mother. It’s also in a completely different style than a card that anyone else would have given me — completely not me, and in such an obvious way too. It also came with $40 inside.
The card stinks, literally. It smells like thick smoke and something else that I can’t figure out, some sort of chemical smell. The money smells even worse, even after I washed it (yeah I washed money, I would have been embarrassed to hand some clerk a stinky twenty).
Inside is priceless though:
She makes it sound like I’ll be getting something else on top of the stinky card. Fabulous.
It all seems so cute to the outside observer, but really what she’s saying is “Please don’t tell anyone I beat my kids.” Which is stupid, because I already did and the local agency didn’t give a shit.
Although I am lucky, because I actually volunteered my contact info to my little brother on myspace — knowing full well that at least a card or a “heartfelt” letter were headed my way. So I don’t have to wonder if she’s hiding around the corner waiting to strangle me again.
I also can’t live alone — I can’t even sleep in an empty apartment at night (only during the day).
funnily enough, if she harasses you now that you’re an adult you can get a restraining order or something. being a grown up is way cooler and easier than being a kid. people listen to you like you’re a person.
That really sucks, but I doubt she wants to kill you (if she would, she could have waited you outside school after you got independence). But to be safe, burrow for your brother’s gun with dick sized barrel and load it with some gun babies as ammo.
Word to d. Its true, all of us who have been out on our own before The Law thinks we should be (and under better circumstances, would allow) know that being an adult is way cooler than being a kid. Like, duh. Nothing is set up for people who are young and happen to have bad parents to be able to really get a shot at their own potential. But i guess that is where blood, sweat and self determination come in. But no ammo. Sorry, l Krasno, I gotta differ there, no ammo.
I doubt it was a big deal; you can figure out what her name is (U.G., Eniraan BU) with a little research– after reading the post it took me
I’d be cautious about getting an affectionate letter from my mother too, if all VA has ever known is something completely different. If VA’s mother is trying to make amends in life now, it’s probably too late to reconcile. If I were VA I’d still send the letter back, but ripped in shreds!
Has she tried getting back into good graces with the brother? What does he think of the mom?
5m, that was a joke about this http://www.violentacres.com/archives/310/little-gun-babies
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V brings up her brother from time to time on the site; they’re currently in contact, as far as the site reflects current events, anyway. Unless you’re talking about Griffin’s little sis?
Sometimes I feel like the internet is this awkward joke where you can discover someone’s pain but never do anything about it.
Of course, this post is the sort of thing you really can’t do much about in real life except be there and be not-V’s-mom. So… uh… Well shit. V’s cool and I wish her life were cool right now instead of weird. But because I don’t know her and can’t really do anything useful, I’ll save this need to do something and use it when real life comes crashing down on someone I do know and use it to fuel some badass helpage.
I think V should confront her mom in a safe setting just to put her nightmares at rest. She can’t hurt her anymore. I think on a subconcious level she wants to confront her mom and that is why she is living in such close proximity to her instead of moving very far away from her and living a new life. They say the amount of abused children that go back to their abusive parents after they are “out of the system” is amazing. They somehow want to be around it again to try and understand why these people would hurt them. If it were me I would kidnap my mom and tourture her(i.e. lock her in a room for a few months with nothing to eat but goldfish crackers) and then kill her and then hide the body. Its not like anyone would look for her…since V and her brother is all she really has in this world anyway.
V should hire a PI to get info on her mom before doing anything. She must know the enemy, first rule of war, and she doesn’t know what happened in the last years.
Who knows, maybe the bitch is dying and is trying to asskiss her way to purgatory
Maybe the Dax Herrera / Ryan Holiday thing gave her an idea? I’d hate to think so!
Who is Dax Herrera?
This is pure fiction, people.
Made just to hide the embarrasing last couple of posts she made.
Lola, if you read enough of VA you would realize that V cares shit about being ridiculed on the internet, mainly because NO ONE KNOWS WHO THE FUCK IS SHE.
If you had half a brain you would realize that also.
I’d write her back and say, “Kiss my ass and go fuck yourself, you filthy old hag cunt…” I could never forgive anyone like that, as far as I’m concerned, she’s not even a human being. You said several times in your various writings that she’s a psychopath. I agree, and add that she’s pure evil. I’m not suggesting anything, just telling you what I think, and yes I know you don’t give a flying fuck what I or anyone else thinks