I look back on everything that's happened within the last 4 years and its crazy just how much everyone and everything's changed.
The people you think you know turn out to be completely different people and the places that held memories and felt so familiar now feel strange and empty.
I think about how much I despised Kristin for what she did. She crushed my father's heart, was cruel towards animals, was a horrible mother, was lazy and hardly ever showered, the list goes on and on. But I think about it now, and I thank her. I actually thank her for being a bitch because it made me a stronger person. It made me able to deal with bullshit better than I could before I met her.
She was an example of everything I hope to never be.
Sometimes I couldnt stand her daughter, Elizabeth but I cant blame Liz for who she is. Her example for how to act was her mother so she never knew any better.
Kathryn was insecure because her mother wouldnt take the time to be a mother and listen to her kids problems.
I feel bad for her kids, actually. I know that the person who birthed them is not the mother that they need and even though they may think she's a great mom cuz she provides them with toys, movies, and hangs out with their friends like a "cool mom"-in the end, theyre gonna wish they had someone who taught them morals and gave them guidance and a head start in life.
It's funny how she used to try to play my dad against me by telling him lies-making me look like some kind of hoodrat druggie whore-like she'd never had sex or smoked weed before!*laughs*
She even tried to turn her daughters against me by making them think I was an evil horrible person and when I confronted her, shed be as sweet and innocent as could be, which I knew was just a coverup.
In the end, she lost. Dad smashed her house up (which was kinda over doing it, but still halarious), I moved away, and when her kids see her for what she is-she truly will be all alone.
It's a shame she'll never find true happiness like I have with Bruce and our cat family. I pity Kristin. My dad has moved on with his life and so have I and yet she's still going to leach off of guys' money, never get a job, and live off welfare and childsupport-alone and miserable with only her stuffed eeyores and frogs to comfort her. It's rather poetic, I think.