That is my practice right now. So i dont get fucked up about being ill treated once again.

Hubby is awesome today.

We were refused the street adress of the best friend fo my dad who is quite depressive right now. i said hubby and I really appreciated when he came to see me in hospital in 1998 to cheer me up and wanted to send him a noel card and books. My parenst refused to give us their street adress. What a clique! There is no generosity of human warmth with them, nor openess to each other. They always stopped me from reaching out to their friends who know me since I was a baby. All my life.