guardian
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I'm 70 years old, recovering from a series of (3) heart attacks, suffering from an excruciating painful side effect of blood thinners and recently diagnosed with cancer on my left kidney. My son is under the impression that it's okay to threaten my life, steal my possessions and blames me for all the problems in his life. My daughter lives in fear with a bully ****** bag who just threw me out of their house, rendering me homeless and on the street (I was sleeping on the couch) but not before calling me a whiner for reminding them I have cancer and am ill and laughing at me when I lost my breath during a heated emotional exchange. It was also implied I am a coward for not physically attacking my son. All taking place in front of my grandson. Hence I say:
Hi all-Ain't life grand!
I remain hopeful that i can find housing and practice my art after years of slaving for the man. anyway, maybe i can help someone here deal with their tsuris and get my mind off the precieved injustice i find in my life.
Hi all-Ain't life grand!
I remain hopeful that i can find housing and practice my art after years of slaving for the man. anyway, maybe i can help someone here deal with their tsuris and get my mind off the precieved injustice i find in my life.