I never had kids because I never felt I was mature enough or the home was stable enough to raise them properly.
Looks like a case of rickets, either that or he's inherited his mothers easily spread legs.View attachment 166480
Really mother fucker?
Come on. Kid has fucking marks on his thighs kness and ankles, not just the shins.
In what fucking universe is this 'lol 19 flights of stairs'?
Abuse or neglect makes no difference at this point, you're both pieces of shit.
Elevators use a fob per floor. So you cant get to certain floors. I lived on 24th floor, he lived on the 5th
All that is 100% booze. Hard to believe, I know.
Looks like a case of rickets, either that or he's inherited his mothers easily spread legs.
Trust me. I've thought it out in my brain and lost a woman I really loved over it.The irony being that people who are this self-aware would typically make good parents.
Looks like a case of rickets, either that or he's inherited his mothers easily spread legs.
My bank statements tell me where the money was charged.
Want a job in Hollywood? This kinda realness is missing.You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
I still want to know how Browserman sweet talked the geologist tranny into coming back to his pad with a sink full of dishes and two kids around. Tyen is either black below the waste (including his wallet) or is one hell of a salesman.
That’s the excuse for both legs covered in bruises? Banged in the stairs?
Get the fuck out of here.
typing on the phone is the worst, i miss tactile buttons