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Wash cloth

Yesterday I told a friend I had decied to get towels next month been without towels except crap since December 2014 instead of boots that I really have no need for. She really wanted me to have boots. She tells me then why she called to see if I needed to go to Decorah for anything.

Last month she made me feel like a crawling baby by telling me I could not depend or lean on her for anything. Funny I never depended on her for ANYTHING! If I drove to town with her I fed her and gave her gas money.

When I told her about towels she says I have a bunch I’ll give you some.’Would you use wash cloths!’What a dumb assinine question that is! Hell yes thought I. I simple said yes! Yes might have sound a bit whinny.

She brought me two of eash. I looked at the boots my dad wore the ones she thought her clunky lesbian would wear. {Maybe if someone gave me a million dollars. Pat sees me as wasting my days. I often feel like shes patting me on the head saying that’s nice you believe reading books is a business.}

Funny and odd movie stars get paid for what I offer free but would love to get paid to do chatting of lecturing on the damage done to family members by family member with NPD(its narcississitic behavors they are void of empathy and should never be able to lie their gay sister who always nearly was at home, me!)

I got a pair of 20 pound steel toes tire sole shoes like boots for 39.99. I only needed milk and maybe some apples spent 55.80. All the time shes proud she found me another pair of sweat pants I hate sweat pants.

I had looked for them at the second hand shop. I cut them off new I can’t. People poor friends are just people too. My friend was insistent she buy what I had in my cart. Several times when I had no money I allowed that.

I believe its my christians way of showing where I fall in the food chain. We would get up to the cash register and my friend Pat would say ‘Just put all that in my cart!’

In that respect she’s showie like my older half sister she might not mean it but it feels like she’s saying my friends poor. Loud, screetchy so everyone looks and I feel like my bra fell off.

Last time we were at Walmart Pat knew I was looking for bras and brown sugar. The bras I found were 46 she found same ones.There too big. I fall out. Then I was in the sugar isle found brown surgar there she is handing me the cheapest brown sugar there.

She is another reason to fight and scratch to leave poverty because she is sure I will never make it. She’s wrong.Its 233 am. Been up since 1 will read after I drink my tea until I fall asleep.

Entrepreneurs drive ourselves. Money is needed in my case for a vehical to start my rural delivery. Business takes money to grow. My success is for mom and me and those I can help. Not for those that always believed poverty was my address.


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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