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About my everyday life, my struggles with addiction, sexual abuse, bipolar and family |
A blog about my life and how I got through some serious issues in hopes for a better tomorrow  |
| I'm sure some of you can relate to a teenager acting this way. Perhaps from a broken home, no father, working mother. Let me know what you think. TEENAGE DAUGHTER LOST Stabbed in the heart, By my own daughter. I feel as though, I have been slaughtered. She refuses to listen, What does she know. She’s only a teenager, Who acts like a hoe. She calls me names, “Bitch”, “hoar” and “slut”. She disrespects me, Threatening to kick my butt. She’s extremely aggressive, and has hit me before. I told her to leave, Right out the front door. He defiance is unbearable, It stresses me out. She says she hates me, When I scream and shout. She leaves when she wants, Doesn’t care what I say. Does nothing to help me, and will not obey. I’m a parent in need, Of guidance and help. I can’t seem to manage her, All by myself. My heart has been broken, Many tears I have cried. I’m lost without my daughter, For part of me has died. I must learn how to parent, and gain back control. Before she gets lost, and I lose my soul. |
| I 13th stepped in my recovery meaning I had sex with someone in my meeting. Well that last 2 months. It's over but he is so avoiding me and won't talk to me. That just shows me about him. I don't know if I will 13 step again, although I have had plenty offers. My brother says he doesn't have Dementia now and that he has no problems. He has both. The DMV gave him his license back by accident and are now trying to take it again. My son just turned 24 yesterday. Wow, he's getting up there. I'm finding out alot about myself and my family. This week I am going to start the 4th steps which is doing a personal inventory of myself. In this step they even ask about sexual relationships and how I manipulated that situation, etc. So we'll see how all that goes. Kymberly Erickson |
| Just wanted to share my experience with my now ex-mother-n-law. Thank God I got rid of her and her son. Mother-n-Law From Hell She’s cranky and she’s bitchy, She’s protective of her son. She doesn’t care about you, She’s definitely no fun. She doesn’t want to listen, She meddles in your life. Doesn’t think you’re good enough, To be her son’s wife. She always forgets your birthday, She’s really cheap too. You simply can’t communicate, You don’t know what to do. She raised a momma’s boy, Whose not quite yet a man. He seeks his mother’s approval, For he’s her number one fan. She’s controlling and she’s rude, Ignores that I exist. She’s one Mother-n-Law, That surely wouldn’t be missed. So get out of my way, Your son and I are one. It’s over for you now, Your job here is done. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/2/12 She would have been worse I'm sure had we stayed married more than 2 years. Love is blind. When you marry one, you marry the whole family |
| This is how it was when we were children. Little Boy Blue A little poor boy on the steps, With his head held down in shame. Too afraid to look at you, He won’t answer to his name. His clothes are dirty, ripped and torn, His feet are without shoes. He has marks across his back, From years of being abused. He cries of sorrow and of pain, For those who didn’t protect. A little boy whose life is hard, and full of sheer neglect. He’s too young to understand, The things his parents does. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile, He always feels unloved. A simple hug, warm embrace, The acceptance of a child. Lighten up his darkened days, To make his life worthwhile. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/28/12 |
| My little affair in my NA meeting is over with. Good while it lasted. They call that 13th stepping. Not sure I will do that again but it gets really lonely. My brother and his Dementia have finally calmed down. They have him on valium. Just another drug for him to get addicted too seems thats how he got Dementia in the first place, from drugs and alcohol. I'm getting bored with the NA meetings. Weeks ago I switched sponsors and I'm glad I did. I am just so bored in my life everything else seems boring too. Been writing a lot of poems though, some kinda weird. I might have some girls from NA to go out and do things with. I think that will help. So we'll see :( |
| I've never had this happen to me personally, but I've seen it many times on Jerry Springer. Secret Story Secret stories, telling lies, Truth revealed before my eyes. There is nothing I can say, To make this all go away. Troubled times, broken heart, Shattered dreams right from the start. Thoughts and feelings telling me, That he’s a her not a he. How absurd can this be, I don’t think it’s too funny. How could I be so dumb, and not see while having fun? I feel betrayed by this whole mess, Why was I put to the test? This secret story makes me cry, Being dooped by a phony guy. Next time I will check things out, So there isn’t any doubt. Make sure that he is a guy, Not a girl or I will die. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/29/12 |
| This is what I see or have seen when I look in the mirror. Mirror of Horror As I looked into this mirror, I see the horror of my lies. False fasods and covered masks, and tears that knows no cries. Haunted are the memories, Sought there in my eyes. There is no escaping them, Only there for my demise. A shadow there to cover me, A mind that’s twisted too. Unhappiness surrounds me, For I’m feeling sad and blue. A face without expression, A fear of being alone. Emptiness is budding now, For it’s me I must disown. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/27/12 |
| A little on the dark side today. A Crow’s Feast A cold, dark, blistery day, As a women’s body lays. On the rocks laid out flat. She doesn’t know where she’s at. A crow is resting on her knee, As if she was some debris. She plays dead so he will leave, but he won’t, there’s no reprieve. The crow is wanting her as prey, He’s real hungry so he’ll stay. He is patient, he can wait, The girl is making a mistake. The crow flies around to see, If the girl has moved her knee. The crow can hurt her if he tries, By poking her in her eye. There are other crows you see, Who are hungrier than he. Blood now flows from her head, They come back they know she’s dead. A feast for those who want to eat, From her head down to her feet. A fall on some slippery rocks, Attracted crows and some hawks. A death so tragic, so unheard, Being eaten by some birds. Piece by piece she’s picked apart, Nothing’s left, not even her heart. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/25/12 |
| A little bit of humor. All-American Dog A wiener dog for dinner, In a hotdog bun. Make sure you cook him well, I want my dog well done. All I want is mustard, Spread all over his back. Do not overcook him, I do not want mine black. I want him with grilled onions, and a little relish too. I want to have it nice and hot, but nothing like beef stew. I want to take it home with me, In a doggy bag. Make sure that it’s really dead, I don’t want it to wag. This meal has been the very best, I believe I’ve ever had. Wiener dogs for dinner, Really aren’t that bad. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 2/19/12 |
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created by God continue to light your way and blanket you with his loving warmth from the cold dark path of drugs and alcohol. You Are Awesome =) Take care.
cause I am.... but I relate to what this poem itself is saying. I wish I had an angel, someone to lean on, I guess you can say... but don't think I understood belief in angels et cetera... I guess I am just glad that even in creativity someone can understand what we go through--even if its just a creative fictional level.
