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  • I actually kind of hollered at the ACLU. I did a one time, small donation a few months ago. I am poor folk.

    They have been blowing me up since. I ended up picking up the line on a sunday (I’m sorry, I’m not religious, but don’t business call me on a fucking sunday). It might have been Saturday, statement stands either way.

    But I was about to have a panic attack. This woman on the other line let me know she was wofh the ACLU and looking for donations or whatever, but I gave her the news. I’m poor, you are blowing up my phone, I gave a one time donation to do my part and now I feel attacked. You want more and more and more, and I can’t. I said, this behavior from y’all makes me regret donating. She tired to say something, I just repeated, I can’t do this, please don’t call me, and hung up.

    These politicians in their photos wear suits that probably cost as much as my entire wardrobe, it’s rude to beg money like this. I hate it.








  • I don’t know psyop, but a cultural norm to say “when your 18 you’re out”.

    From the age of 12 on, not only did my parent say this habitually, they also stopped parenting completely.

    It was a common theme of rejection in my house. I could have been the perfect kid, and tried, but I’d still here “you’re gone when your 18”. Never mind I didn’t even graduate Highschool until I had been 18 for a few months- it was habitual rejection all through my teens, and to me, sounded like, I’m done parenting you and I don’t want you in my life past the years the government madates I take care of you.

    Shit hurts. My husband’s parents weren’t like that, some of my friends were, some of my friends weren’t. You can tell who’s doing better now, and it’s not the kids who were told they were out at 18.

    If you don’t intend to help your young adult children through their early start, especially today when it’s so hard, don’t bother having children.

    To add, I got kidnapped once by a mentally ill “friend” off their meds when I was 20 years old. At 6:00 in the morning I was able to make it to my mother’s door. When I knocked, she said I needed to deal with the consequences of my actions, And she didn’t want to deal with this. So I had to get back into this person’s car. My mother rejected me and my plea for help. I had just asked to stay at her house until the first bus ran to go home because I was in trouble. She said no and slammed the door in my face. I got back in the car, and a few hours later, I had no idea where we were. The man stopped stopping at stop signs because I kept trying to jump out. He locked me in the car. Eventually I was able to escape, and the police were called, and I couldn’t call my mother for help. I will never do that to my children. Her consequences for her actions now are 15 years now of no contact.


  • Honestly, my mother, born 1961, received $250K in 2000 when my great grandparents passed. my grandmother, has always bought things for my mom: cars, car repairs, her insurance, grocery shopping, and a few vacations over the years.

    My mother has not so much as ever taken me shopping, not even when I was a kid. My other parent, the broke one, bought us everything. My mom, did stretch her inheritance pretty far, but only because her parents helped her out with month to month stuff. It annoys me to no end.

    She’s spent the last 15 years convincing my grandmother, her mom, to spend it all. And she has. For me, two generations ago my great grandparents (second Gen immigrant) had accumulated over a million dollars in straight cash.

    I’ll get nothing. If my family actually had love there- if my mother actually took care of me and her other children, I wouldn’t be mad, id understand. That’s not how it went down. My mom spent every, has nothing but a new car left now, the last thing my grandmother bought her, the inheritance gone and she’s now a part time babysitter, after not working 30 years. She was on disability too, this whole time, my entire youth, for get this- mental health. I got to therapy every week still to this day to address my childhood and continued struggles, the same as she did, but she got disability in the 90s when everyone could sign on easily it seems. Her whole life paid for.

    I haven’t spoken to her in closet to 7, 8 years now. I can’t imagine my story is unique when it comes to the subject.

    My husbands parents are the opposite of my mother, both types of people exist but it’s infuriating to go through what I have with my family. To literally watch your “generational wealth” get flushed.