Trinity Blacio

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Well this year I’m celebrating another year of getting younger. I refuse to get older! But to me birthdays have a habit of reminding me of the sad years of my youth.
Example: My 16 birthday my mom planned a big party for me a total of two showed up for it out of 40.

My 18 birthday party mom wanted to take me to a strip club, but noo I had to go to what I thought was my friends house. She was throwing me a little thing with her brother who I adored! UMMM But alas that was a farce! Needless to say I was drugged that night and still to this day don’t remember what happened. Just bits and pieces and its not a pleasant memory.

Than there is the dear old dad who never remembered my birthday since I was 12, and still doesn’t to this day and I’m his first born! Oh well that’s dad.

So for me Birthdays are another year to say ya what’s special about it! Today I got up did laundry, dishes, got the kids to school, have to work tonight. Nothing special.

Every time my kids have a birthday I make sure they don’t go through what I did on mine that is what is important to me. My kids are my life so I celebrate their life on my birthday the only thing that matters.

Have a great day guys! Sorry for sounding so down just one of those days.
Trinity

I’m sitting here this morning and the house is quiet. Daughter is already at school, son is still sleeping and so is husband. My heart is heavy and tears want to form as I think of what my daughter must face today and everyday.
The same as I did in Jr. High and High School, loneliness and hurt.

When a child is born to you as a mother you always dream of that child having it easier than you did. Promising yourself that you will do anything possible to make their life easier than yours. Guide them when they hit trouble spots, but how do you stop the pain of Jr. High?

Tell me are the parents of bullies once bullies themselves in school? All through high school I was alone always trying to find someone to be a friend. I would give anything I had away just so someone would talk to me. Hell I would even do someones homework if need be.
I now see my daughter going through the same thing. She too gives away all that she has just to have someone talk to her. She now sits alone in the cafeteria every day for lunch by herself, because she says. “No one likes me Mom.” Ugg excuse me tears are falling now and it’s hard to write…
How does a mother handle this? Anyone? I can’t call the school, what are they supposed to do?
My daughter tells me there is one girl a new one I’ll call her Debbie that has been teasing her and getting all the other kids to hate her.
But yet my daughter has no hard feelings for this girl, all she wants to be is friends. Below is a poem she gave to me about said girl, remember I changed the name:

Debbie, Debbie why are you so rude?
Debbie, Debbie your a devil!
Debbie, Debbie, F.O.S.!
Fans of Debbie
Ohhh, I’m jealous of You!
Debbie, Debbie, Your so pretty
Ohhh look at you!
I can’t believe its you
grown so much! Wow!
Debbie, Debbie, Nice Shoes!
Debbie, Debbie, why are so fashionable?
Debbie, Debbie, your so popular
F.O.S.
Fans of Debbie, Debbie!

Mind you this is the same girl who terrorizes my daughter in school, but all my daughter wants to be is friends. Oh how the pain of Jr. High and High School are relived today and everyday with my daughter. Mom’s wishes that her daughter wouldn’t go through what she did has gone unheard. All I can do now is stand by my daughter and guide her.