Thursday, July 17, 2014

Happy Birthday to Nelly!

Sometimes I think that you get blamed for things when there is no way you possible it was you or your fault.  For example a FRIEND of mine, we'll call her Nelly. her parent were married an d two months later she was born.  From childhood Nelly always felt like she was loved but just not as much as her sisters by her mother, and still feels that way today.  If Nelly hadn't been conceived then her mother would not have had to marry her father and for as long as she can remember it doesn't seem like her mother cared much for her father either.  Hated him in the end (but thats another story).   But then IT attacked and Nelly's mother rallied around her with love, support and visits for the surgeries.  Things really got better between them and Nelly felt loved and cherished completely by her mother finally. 
Nelly has a temper at times and everyone knows it but not all have seen it.  Well in one day two of four sisters have hurt her feelings and one just pissed her the hell off, Nelly went off on what she calls "You fuck with the bull, you're going to get the horns" fits and upset the balance.  This caused her mother to take offence.  You see Nelly's mother had never stood up for her in her entire life, so a few days later after the "incident" on the infamous paeking garage she sent her mother a message on Facebook.   And within two sentences she told Nelly "You need to get some help," twice.  Nelly should have know that she wouldn't have anything good to say, or be neutral.   Nelly said bad thing to other baby, who cares about the bad things that were said to Nelly.
When Nelly's birthday came around two chicken shit sister sent text messages, one sister called and she missed it and the sister didn't leave a message, Nelly called back and sent her a text message, Nelly never received a return call.  Nelly's mom sent her a card and never called to wish happy birthday so Nelly could thank her for it.
So Nelly's back on the bad daughter list where she has been all but two years of her life.  Nelly didn't cry this time, she was kinda used to it.

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