
This country has a gun problem, and relatives on my dad’s mom’s side have a gun-loving problem.
the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"

This country has a gun problem, and relatives on my dad’s mom’s side have a gun-loving problem.


My mom didn’t even interact with me this much though. She just told me that I was “too stupid (to learn anything)”, ended the conversation there, and… never actually taught me anything useful. If I didn’t learn it in school, I had to teach myself. She didn’t even teach me how to cook for myself or how to fold clothes when she should have. If she didn’t make it clear that I was her meal ticket and trap baby by those actions alone, I don’t think anything else could have made it clearer — and I was not about to waste my time explaining it…