Hi. My name is Mindy. And I want to tell you a little bit about myself.

My father was an alcoholic, and an abusive one at that. So my mother divorced him. And married a man who didn't drink...but was ten times more abusive than my father. I was six years old, but my parents treated me like an adult by trying to tell me things about each other because they were very angry about the divorce. They fucked up my head, AND to add insult to injury, my stepfather beat the piss out of me and played mind games with me until I was 13.

When I was 13, I had enough of that shit. So I beat the shit out of my stepfather. Then when he was asleep, I woke him up by poking him in the nose I had broken previously that same day and told him I would kill him if he ever touched me again...and he believed me because I was holding a hammer over his head when I made my threat. He never touched ME again, but continued to abuse my mother and younger siblings.

Finally, my mother had the son of a bitch arrested and then divorced him. Good right? Yes, but things didn't improve a whole lot. Mom had a string of boyfriends who were all lazy drunk bitches. And my father still treated me like shit.

So what did I do? Marry a fucking drug addict. He was only smoking weed at the time, but as our marriage progressed, he started doing heroin. He didn't like to work, but what he DID like to do was screw other women and hit me and my son. So I threw his ass out.

I lived on my own for about a year after my divorce. And it was a very miserable time. I had to work three jobs to support my children, and every relationship I had was shitty. So I told all men to take a shit and concentrated only on my kids and my career. For six months, no man touched me.

Then I started seeing Bob, and things changed. He saved me in more ways than one. The kids and I moved in with him. After a while we started arguing. He started yelling at me and the kids all the time. I was going to move out, and I told him so.

But he changed. He stopped that shit, and he treats me better than ever. We are getting married.

But because I am me, I still do not have a happy ending. I may have to have my head opened up. I might even die. Just my luck. I finally have peace and stability in my life, and this shit has to happen.

Am I bitter? You're damn right I am! I'm PISSED. And what makes it worse is stupid people handing me a bunch of bullshit. Stupid people starting fights with me, and stupid people expecting me to feel sorry for THEM because they have turned their lives into a pathetic cesspool due to their drug use.

That is why I don't care anymore. I don't care about people who have made their own lives shit and refuse to do anything about it because they want everyone to feel sorry for them. Fuck you guys. And you know what? I AM feeling a little sorry for myself today. I never have before, and I think I am entitled to it. In fact, I am a bit overdue.

So this is my whiny bitchass rant. And if you don't like it, go fuck yourself.