I got a phone call this morning from my brother, the most disturbing thing I have heard in the last few weeks, concerning my mother.
Some of you know she has been less than a parenting figure to me. This kind of goes along those lines.
My brother has a daughter. My niece, the most beautiful innocent girl I know, lives with her maternal grandmother. She has since she was 3. Anyone who ever met my niece fell in love with her right away, shes independant and funny and she loves so deeply and wholeheartedly.
Anyway, my niece is allergic to cats. My mother has cats. I dont know how many, and I dont really care. Anyway my nieces grandmother told my mother if she ever wanted my niece to come over to her house again, she had to get rid of the cats.
My outstandingly selfish cunt of a mother chose her cats.
I cant even say anymore about it, Im stuck between crying inside for my niece, and hating my mother. I just had to get that out.
