And, while I’m reactive, I’m also selective in my obscenity. So I’ll decline to cyber-moon my Unfollower, but here’s my Fuck You.
Unfollow this.
Sorry to the few of you for whom this is repetitive.
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Jul 17, 2012
A Stabbing – Because Magically Mad Lost a Follower and Her BPD Says it’s Because She’s Garbage
By magicallymad · 10 Comments
Filed Under: The Madness · Tagged: a great way to invite the Department of Social Services to take your offspring off your hands!, addiction, alcoholism, Borderline Personality Disorder, Boston, BPD, Brighton, chaos, Complex PTSD, domestic abuse, domestic violence, knives, mothers who entirely decompose before their children, non-existent fellatio and incest, non-existent incest at weddings, projects, PTSD, safety, schizoid mother, stabbing, wedding, what's that exactly?
Not Quite Lost 
…. wow … my mother was constantly wielding a knife but never actually stabbed anyone with it… i can’t imagine having to watch that…. just…. yeah…. wow…. and, sorry too x
She carried everywhere, I watched for it when we were with strange men in the middle of the night, funny it was someone close she ended up attacking. 😦
My grandma tried to stab her husband (mom’s dad) on several occasions. He did the same. My uncle had to knock him down with a bat just to get him off of my grandmother on one of those incidents. But she always went back for more.
I think I’ve told you this before though.
xoxoxxXX
And – wow back! It’s one thing to search “Borderline Personality Disorder” & subscribe to a bunch of blogs where you’re exchanging the same symptom clusters – but – how many mothers were running around with butchers knives 30 years ago? Who knew? Do you find that you are attracted to them? Not in a cutting way, just, I don’t know…
Hell!
Hell Yes!
Brighton, not Brockton. My bad.
HAHAHAHA, TOTALLY different animal, but love that you know what Brockton is like!!! XO
I’m such an idiot. I lived in Brookline, you would think I would recognize Brighton, der.
My mother once threw a knife at me when she was mad. She was cutting something in the kitchen. Note to self: don’t piss off crazy woman wielding a weapon.