There are moments like right now when I wish I could turn all ghetto Detroit and verbally tear someone apart, but I can't. I can only speak English to tear someone apart and unfortunately this girl doesn't understand English. My niece was ripped from my care while I was in the hospital and I never got to say goodbye all because her white trash mother druggie pill popping mother refused my "typical me" generous offer to come down here, try it out, for free, even though that was the original plan and why I spent thousands of dollars getting my niece here, in one of the best schools, best clothes, spent money on school supplies, meals out, whatever….. people exploit my generosity all the time but when my niece and I finally bonded after 9 years of her being brainwashed that I'm evil and she learned I totally not that way at all, I feel almost like I lost my child. My brother was only here because of her. Her mom has mental problems, there is no arguing that, but my language needs to come down a few notches to ghetto Detroit for her to understand me tearing her apart in words. This girl went from being a princess to being put back into thug life. I mean really, she poses with her kid flashing gang signs and crap, and then she poses "kick your ass" style photos like below. So now my household is empty of a little girl I made my friend. I never noticed my brother because he's pretty much useless though I will give him credit he tried a little while he was down here this time. He will never come back though. I never the entire time he was here got a "thank you" or anything for all we've done for them. I will miss Rachel though. Most definitely she had the best life here. She'll go back to posing like the ghetto punk her mom wants her to be than the princess I know she is. She's going from a clean household to a mother that gives away her children to other people so she can pop pills, smoke some dope, and god knows what else. I guess when you are dealing with someone with mental issues (both Paul and baby mamma) you can't do much… but I was willing to do so much for Rachel so she could have a good life. How much more used can one person feel, even Paul had it better and that was hard for me to accept to even take him in. Grr.
Originally posted on Facebook on March 30, 2014.
