No such thing as love, or God.

This was VERY unlike me being a pot smoker. Yet, after being thrown to the ground and hurt by my husband in front of my kids, I called 911. He in turn called my stupid mother and my beloved granparents (who are past 80) so it's like a circus at my house...and guess what...I was made a fool of. A drunken fool. Not that I was drunk. They all ganged up on me. So now, I'm here alone with a broken chair, a bump on my head, my kids are gone and my world has fallen apart. The police treated me like the criminal.

I've never in my life been or felt so alone.
sophiastarchild Reviewed by sophiastarchild on . No such thing as love, or God No such thing as love, or God. This was VERY unlike me being a pot smoker. Yet, after being thrown to the ground and hurt by my husband in front of my kids, I called 911. He in turn called my stupid mother and my beloved granparents (who are past 80) so it's like a circus at my house...and guess what...I was made a fool of. A drunken fool. Not that I was drunk. They all ganged up on me. So now, I'm here alone with a broken chair, a bump on my head, my kids are gone and my world has Rating: 5