Grumpy MAGA Veteran
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Grumpy MAGA Veteran
@GrumpyPantsVet
Father. USN Retired. Civil Engineer. Christ-follower & Zionist. Ultra-MAGA. Heritage American. 1A. 2A. Pro-life. Southerner. Pure Blood. VMI. Stanford. No DMs!
Appalachia Beigetreten Ocak 2024
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When I was conceived, I wasn’t wanted by my mother. I was a ‘late in life’ baby that was going to ruin her new marriage and plans to live like Laura Petrie from the Dick Van Dyck show (had a kid, you hardly ever saw him).
When she dated my dad, she told him many lies I found out later. One of which was that she’d “be honored to have his child”.
God is always watching & listening folks. So within just a few weeks of the honeymoon, she gets the bad news.
My dad is elated. My mom wants an abortion. (This isn’t hearsay btw, my mom told me this herself when I was in my teens). It was 1962. My dad said absolutely not.
Here I am.
She didn’t want her first two kids either, so I don’t feel isolated. She actually chickened out on aborting one of my brothers when she was on the table - but I digress.
The one goal everyone in our house had was NOT to upset her.
Be quiet. Do what you’re told. If she’s sleeping, don’t wake her up.
We walked on eggshells the entire 18 years - then left.
It obviously didn’t always work. Kids will be kids. We drop things. We make mistakes. We bring home a bad grade. We spill stuff.
We are kids.
I honestly don’t remember how old I was. Somewhere between 5 and 7 maybe? I’d done something wrong again. Probably didn’t clean my room.
I remember standing in the kitchen, my back was against the refrigerator. My mom was absolutely disgusted with me. Like I was vermin. She made the statement “You know you’re absolutely good for nothing, don’t you?!!”
My little 5-7 year old self looked at her and reflected, “Yeah, mommy, I know”.
That was the day I broke as a human. I stopped seeing myself as someone of worth. My love for my mom, that unconditional thing that you’re born with, it finally shattered. There was no coming back.
People have asked me:
“Where was your father?”
“Why didn’t he do anything?”
Well, Daddy was at work.
Daddy was also well aware of the vitriol that came out of my mom’s mouth, but I don’t think he knew how bad it was when it was aimed at me. I never told him because I BELIEVED HER COMPLETELY. So why would I tell?
My dad never left her because he didn’t feel that he’d win custody of me. My brothers were hers from her previous marriage. None of us ever had abuse that sent us to the hospital. She was an RN before, she wasn’t dumb. And destroying your child’s world verbally leaves no scars at all.
My dad DID try to make my childhood as best as he could.
He and I were thick as thieves, which only made my mom more angry. She’d tell me over and over our lives would be so much better if he would just die.
After I left home at 18, she did try to kill him. She failed. Ironically he outlived her by 8 years. He probably would have lived longer but the stuff she tried to poison him with damaged his heart.
I have completely, 100% forgiven my mother. I do believe she most likely had 2 things working against her: I believe that her mother abused her, and that cycle you have to WANT to break (I did). The other is that I believe that she had some sort of mental illness. She was definitely a textbook narcissist, as she was never wrong, nor would she ever admit anything was her fault & apologize.
She also never told me she loved me.
The only thing I know for absolute certainty she loved was her little dog, Penny. That little 2lb yorkie was everything to her.
Thanks for reading.🙏🏻

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@ma1ybe You do realize you can take care of yourself and not eat like a pig after pregnancy right?
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From a teenager to a 46 year old mother of 3 you sack of shit
Steve@Loverism__
From hottie with a body to FRIDGE CITY! 🤢
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@Loverism__ she's grotesque. The comments are women projecting and dudes afraid of their women.
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Patriots if you are not following this OEF Vet please consider adding her @SStuits she is currently at 2300 let’s help her get to 2700

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Confesso que, por algum motivo, hoje foi um dos dias mais difíceis ao visitar o Presidente Jair Bolsonaro.
Ao entrar no quarto, me deparei com aquele homem forte “apagado” na cadeira, com a cabeça baixa, soluçando enquanto dormia. Precisei recuar. Fiquei alguns minutos em silêncio, do lado de fora, tentando me recompor, antes de entrar novamente.
Quando voltei, ele continuava da mesma forma. Me aproximei, fiz um carinho em sua cabeça, e ele sequer reagiu. Me explicaram que, por conta das medicações fortes, sua sensibilidade está ainda mais elevada. Ele usa, inclusive, uma pulseira com a indicação: “RISCO DE QUEDA”.
Quando acordou, optei por não falar nada sobre o que está acontecendo aqui fora. Apenas comentei, de forma leve, sobre o novo visual do Augusto Nunes, fato o que arrancou dele um “espanto” ao despertar.
Meu pai segue na unidade semi-intensiva, com a voz fraca, sonolento por conta dos medicamentos e reclamou de respiração debilitada, certamente devido a terceira pneumonia seguida após sua prisão ilegal. Presenciei a coleta de mais de cinco ampolas de sangue para exames.
Fiz a minha parte, com humildade. Ele me disse que gostou da minha presença e que amanhã eu voltaria.
Saio do hospital destruído, como sinceramente não esperava ficar.
Mas seguimos. Amanhã é outro dia.
Quinta-feira, 19 de março de 2026
Carlos Bolsonaro

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