Karla. 22. Chicago. 
Love, it will not betray, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.
I'm addicted to: lesbians, gay pride, pugs, charlie brown, good music, odd tv shows, batman, and romance.
She is my best friend, my hero, my cuddle buddy, and most importantly, the love of my life.
Nothing helps explain the unhealthy relationship with my mother more than seriously considering blocking her number from my phone…
My life would be so different if I had decided not to come out, but oh well, I know that this is what I had to do to make myself happy. I have a beautiful fiance that I am thankful for everyday.
I just wish she could see that I have a big heart and still believe in God. I just followed my heart and let myself be with the person I love. No mother, that is not a sin and it is not a reason for you to send me harassing voicemails/ texts about how I am a disgrace, embarrassment, and “not the daughter you raised”. Guess what? Not being contacted on Christmas or on my birthday for over 4 years and only calling me when you need money or advice because you got knocked up by your insane boyfriend…. that’s not exactly “good parenting”.
So Fine. I’m done. I’m moving forward. I’m washing my hands clean of anything that reminds me of you. I’m done making decisions based on what my parents would want me to do and will do them based on my own needs and the needs of my fiance and little sister. They are the only two people that have showed my what real love is. Not my mother. Not my father. I’m done.
blah… k… done ranting…
