I sent this to the guy that was boning my mother more regularly than all the other swinging dicks were boning her back when she got knocked up with me.
He's in his 80's now.
For all I know he is so demented he doesn't know what day it is.
Someone in his family can read it to him if he is that incapacitated.
I have no ideal if my mother ever told my father about boning their canasta partner.
It's my life and childhood.
Considering the so avoidable night mare my mother turned it all into.
I can embellish if I want.
If no one was looking she would have heaved me in a dumpster on the way back from the hospital.
A fate I would have preferred over what I got.
I am glad I get pissed off instead of depressed.
I come home and run one of our cats down the garbage disposal and I feel much better.