consider this.. lesson learned.

[KenziesMommy143]

I am writing the journal posting because I have a little venting to do..

Growing up I always had the short end of the stick when it came to my brothers. My parents definently LOVED my brothers way more than me. Although I am the only girl in my family.. My brothers have ALWAYS came first. They get everything they could have ever wanted and sooo much more.. (no i am not over thinking any of this...) and I had what felt like nothing.. My clothes would get taken from my mom and she would keep them as her own..I got stuck with a junk car when my brothers were driving practically brand new if not new cars... I didn't have the opportunity to go to a good college because my parents didn't want to spend the money on me.. yet they let my brother go to any college he wanted.... I am soo pist at them for how they've treated me growing up... Never going to any of my Volleyball Tournaments.. yet they made sure they were always at my brothers baseball games..never letting me do anything.. While being pregnant they sold my car without me knowing because they wanted to cash.. and they love to put it in my face that the kid that is driving my car LOVES it.. they threw all of my clothes away or stored them in a gross storage unit.. They haven't done anything for my daughter.. I asked them for a packn'play for my baby shower.. they got me one.. but decided they wanted to keep it.. even though it was the ONE thing I asked them for.. it just hurts to know that I will never be a good enough daughter or person in their eyes.. none of my shit means anything to them... t hey don't even call me to ask me how I am at all.. They don't give to shits about me and I jsut have to learn to live with it..

I promised myself that I'll work my hardest to give my daughter anything and EVERYTHING should could ever want or need.. I refuse to treat my daughter the way my parents treated me. I'll make sure my daughter knows that I LOVE HER and that she is one of the most important person to ever bless my life.

I don't know if there is such thing as spoiling a baby.. (some prolly disagree..) but I am very proud of everything my daughter  has.. and I just wanted to share it with whoever reads this journal entry..

Thank you Mom and Dad for showing me that I can do everything and so much more without your help.. You've shown me that I don't need anything from you or expect anything from you anymore..  You've taught me to do everything for and with my daughter that you've never done with or for me..

I did all of this.. and soo much more without your help.. Although you may not think anything of me..  I am going to try my hardest to let you guys see that I am so much better off without you in my life..

... i guess these are wrods from a broken heart..

but it'll get mended sooner or later..

thank god for the more understanding boyfriend in the world.. that sees how much they've took the best of me right out of me..

[amycorp]

Mar. 23, 2009 at 12:24 PM

Oh my gosh!  What rotten parents.  At least you learned something from it.... that you aren't going to treat your kids like that.  If I were you I would not give them the time of day.  Treating your child like that is not normal.  I wish you the best of luck with everything.  You will be the BEST mom because of this.

Amy    http://www.freedomathometeam.com/acorpuz

[sarah6183]

Mar. 25, 2009 at 4:03 PM

I read your journal post, and I can somewhat relate.... My parents werent't always there for me... and every decision I made was the WRONG decision in their eyes. They were never supportive of me. They've even threatened to disown me if I were to get pregnant again... nice huh? They never offer to take my kids (babysit, or even just to spend time with them). It use to hurt me... but now I dont care so much. Guess im use to it....

[KenziesMommy143]

Mar. 25, 2009 at 9:52 PM

 i probably wouldnt talk to them anymore if i didn't have mackenzie.. but i don't want to take mackenzies grandparents away from her.. so.. i hang in there even though i am all pist off.. lol

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