This one, is to you, my dearest, NONEXISTENT, already MURDERED, DEAD E-M-I-L-Y (and no, I’m still NOT crying here, believe it or don’t, do I really care???)
I love you very much, but you’re still NOT going to get “made” in my body, because I’d made up my freakin’ mind, on protecting you from the outside (of my freakin’ body here!!!). I love you very much, but you’re still NOT going to get “made”, child, and, I will still have your two older brothers, Andy & Milo, the Irish Setter AND the Golden Retriever.
There are so many things in this world I wanted to show to you, but now, I still won’t get a chance, I wasn’t okay with that before, but I am okay with it now, plus, it’s for the BEST, that you NEVER get conceived, after all, you will BE leading my “old” (and it’s so totally FUCKING wrinkled up right now too!!!) life.
I love you very much, but you’re still NOT going to get “made” in my body, and, I’m doing that for ALL the right reasons, because I AM a protect mother (still NOT biologically, of course!!!), and it is MY responsibility, to KEEP what happened to me growing up, from happening to you too, my love.
The ONLY good thing that came OUT of this SHITTY life of mine is??? Oh yeah, now, at least, I won’t have to deal with that younger M***ER F***ING IDIOTIC grandson of mine that WILL eventually (yeah right!!!) run around in circles NONSTOP, puts words into everybody’s M-O-U-T-H, and that little M***ER F***ER (maxed out, remember???) WILL become a DUCK if “it” ever comes across one, “it” will also go “Woof-woof-woof”, and wag-wag-wag, when “it” encountered a D-O-G, and that, is my life!