If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you know how I spend the holiday season.
I babysit the abusive relationship boards, and do some coalition volunteer shit, because holidays are fucking go time for domestic violence.
This shit is fucking off to the races already, campers, and we’ve barely jumped off in it. Here in central Florida, we had a domestic turn deadly the night before last. Married couple and a relative living in the home, all dead.
I always ask the same question, although I know the answer going in. Why do you have to take everyone in the fucking house with you? If you’re such a miserable ass piece of shit, just kill yourself. Let those other folk be, though. They’re not responsible for your fucking dumb shit.
But, we know abusers, and we know that’s just not how they get down. In their entitled ass mind, the sun rises and sets with them and their horrible ass attitudes. Clearly, life just isn’t worth living without them. *rolls eyes so fucking hard I can see my brain*
If you know anyone who is in a situation at home, please check on them throughout the holidays. If they’re taking an ass whipping on a regular ass Tuesday in June, it’s hopped up and wired for sound throughout the season. Every little thing that doesn’t go according to plan, every little inconvenience, he hits her for it.
I get more women actually ready to walk in this 3 month period than any other time of the year. Because it gets so fucking bad, the abuse gets so serious, they start to wonder if they’ll make it out alive.
If you don’t want to check on them, or fear for your safety, shit, send a Bitchface your homegirls contact info. I’ll be in her inbox so fucking fast…”um hey girl. So, you aren’t a fan of mine yet, but give yourself 5 minutes and a glimpse at this glossy hair. Bitch, yes, I’m accepting fans”.
I don’t care, I’ll check on her. She can go right on my list. As sad as it is that I still have one, a running tally right here on my whiteboard, and baby it ain’t getting any shorter.
So, if you’re already tired of me in your inbox, surprise bitch, I’m just getting started. I will continue to make sure you’re alive and that your fingers still operate because that’s the task I undertook when you came to me for help. You may regret it, but I am no quitter, ma’am. I’ll be with you until you are settled in a new place with an RO filed with the court.
You’re welcome.
That’s all for today. Ladies on my list, talk to y’all in a few hours. My Bitchfaces, chatter at me. I’m just tuning up my dialing fingers and cleaning my pistol. Let’s get this shit jumping.
Thank you for minding the fires.