The inside of the house my mother lived in with my sister. They do not currently live there. This is what it looked like for years. The last time I saw it before I hear it was 'cleaned', it was truly much worse than this. I can't begin to explain the expanded sizes of the piles the last time I saw them.
I have been asked why I took these and why I show them to people. The answer is simple. I hate my mother. My dead grandmother is the one who raised me. When she died, my mother died. I have no use for Lisa Kay Smith. 'Kaylee.' She can die. In fact, I hope she dies before my grandfather so I can attend his funeral without her constant barrage of bullshit. Good Luck, Christa. How you've survived this long with her lunacy being threefold what it was when I lived with her, I may never understand. |
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