Monthly Archives: May 2015

“Sign Over Your Rights!”

Well, it’s been about six weeks now since my sister had her sprog. Now halfway thru her maternity leave, I think reality has finally set in for her that this ain’t as glamorous as she thought it was going to be. In fact, she downright hates her life at this point.

She came over to try to confide in me but I was having none of it. Seeing as how she put herself in this situation, I don’t feel like I should have one iota of sympathy toward her. She could have had an abortion, been done with it, and all parties win (including her kid who would never have been subject to the unfortunate state of existence). Alas, she didn’t, and as far as I’m concerned she has to live with the consequences of her poor decision.

Anyway, she wanted me to watch her kid for a couple of hours while she went out and did something. My mother is working so obviously she can’t watch him while at work, so she came to me. I told her absolutely not and that I have plans of my own and as such that overrides any responsibility I have for that kid (namely none at all). She then threw a tantrum and was all “well you don’t have kids and I’m sick and tired of being cooped up” waah waah waah. I just told her straight up she should have thought of that before she decided to go through with this. She kept on keeping on and I finally had enough and said, “If you hate it so bad just sign over your rights and be done with it!”

As she and the father are not married, it would be pretty easy for her to sign over her rights and absolve herself from financial or any other responsibility. Of course, that would mean the end of her relationship with the father, but at least she’d be free to be herself again (and hopefully she would consider getting essure or a tubal – I know a few doctors and I could probably pull their strings and work them over and get them to agree to do it for her). Quite frankly if she keeps on keeping on like this she’s going to wind up being a redux of a certain Florida mother whose name I will not mention because it disgusts me to even think of her.**

At any rate, she can do as she pleases, but I still refuse to be sympathetic to her cause. She made her bed, she has to lie in it. Period.

**Whereas existence is harmful for all those who exist, and it would have been better never to have existed, once in existence humans and other animals tend to have an interest in continuing to exist, and that right should not be stripped from them. Of course, should a being wish to end his/her own existence, neither should that right be stripped of him/her.

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Fuck You, Mom…

No, I’m not going to call you and wish you a happy Mother’s Day. I’m not going to send you flowers, chocolates or take you to dinner. I’m not doing any of that for you. Why should I do anything nice for the very person who forced me into the unfortunate state of existence without my prior consent? Why should I celebrate the person that is half responsible for all the pain and suffering I’ve had to endure up to this point (for had I never been born I’d have never had to endure any pain or suffering)?

No, I’m not grateful for you or my own existence. I truly am sorry you didn’t feel the same way about procreation as I do. I’ve been part of this hellhole for nearly three decades now, and that’s been three decades too long.

Fuck you, mom.