Some people don’t understand a strong bond between you and your dog till you experience it first hand 🤚… I trust my dog so much to know that I can share the same plate with her and she won’t steal for me because she knows she will never have to want for food. She is my family and I am her pack. We’re bonded for life! Show me your bonded fur babies in the comments! Oh Happy Thursday!
So I’ve been looking for the dog for about 20 minutes… Come into the living room and happen to take a peek inside my daughter’s vet bus… Found them both 😂
Came outside and saw that she had caught a bunny trying to burrow right next to our laundry room. She keeps trying to bring it inside. She left it by my feet and whacked her tail so for graciously because she is very proud of herself. How do I get this away from her?
I have caught my entire life going through absolute hell. My life has been a nightmare and if I were to sit down and tell somebody every little piece, I’m sure I could write about six novels. I’ve always felt like the odd one in my family. Black sheep, if you will. I never understood why I did everything I was told. I never did anything bad when I wasn’t supposed to, because I was constantly in a state of fear. My house was not loving never once heard anyone of my parents tell you the words “I love you” I had some really bad tough times in line every time I turned to my mother for help and guidance I thought that’s what I was getting. But it never went right. Everything was so hard and confusing and it just feels like a big whirlwind of shit. When my mother just admitted to me the other night because she’s on some new medication because she had spinal surgery and it’s kind of acting like a true serum of late. She told me out of the blue that she has been manipulating my life in a negative way because I was supposed to stay her “baby“ forever. She never treated me like I was a sweet little baby. She was always cold. She was mean she would yell she’s never happy. I irritated her to no end. I grew up thinking my mother hated me and I truly believe this and when I brought it up to my sister, she told my mom and then they did nothing but make fun of me for years. She has financially screwed me by some of the decisions that her and my aunt manipulated me and two when I was at one of the lowest points of my life. I’m having a hard time with trust. Who can I trust? Why did the people that had me hate me? Why was I never good enough? I just had to cut my mother out of my life because it hurts so bad. I’ve had to stand back and watch her take my older sister on these really nice trips and they go on cruises. Me? I’ve been on two vacations since I was born and I am now 37 years old. They don’t invite me to things they don’t plan anything with me so I’ve always felt a disconnect and it turns out the only reason I’m in their lives is because I would bend to her backwards and do whatever they want because I’m desperately seeking approval. I just want to be seen for the person. I am not the person they say I am. It’s really tough because I’ve used to feel like nobody truly knew me and now I have confirmation that nobody knows me because they simply didn’t want to. I’m crushed. I’m utterly crushed. Due to such a shitty life walking through how constantly I didn’t have many friends and no one and I just have my motor. I feel really sad because I know I have to cut her out of my life because she’s toxic. If I don’t, her next phase is trying to get me to sell my house to move in with her and take care of her until she dies, and I just don’t respect her enough to do that. She has literally ruined my life. Just because she needed somebody to take all of her responsibilities off of her shoulders. I catch myself constantly avoid me? If they were going to treat me so bad. I grew up getting beat every day by my sister. Nobody’s saying all of my memories are fragmented due to trauma, but I do know that they never said a word about beating me almost to death every goddamn day when I was younger, the only person who stood up for me with the school system. And even after being beat for a few years by my sister’s hands, I always ask how did they not know? If they didn’t know, why did they not let it stop? Am I the only person out there who feels this lonely and this damaged?