The day I had my abortion, I was throwing up with morning sickness and my (ex)husband, from the couch in the next room, sighs loudly. With my head in the toilet, I ask what’s wrong. He says “I’m just tired of your bodily noises.” There’s absolutely no way you can tell me that the child I was carrying would have been better off if they had been born.
I can’t stand that poor ass city of Oakland you gotta be one low down bummy ass bitch to bip a car behind some sneakers that was already worn. Poor ass bummy ass lummy ass dirty ass city and idgaf how anybody feel about it
a woman working 40+ hrs a week, paying for her own hair, nails, rent, car, food, gas, handling everything by herself, is not going to be the soft, feminine woman you expect her to be. and no, she can't bring you peace when she's in survival mode.