My family made me so miserable I moved away from them. And because I moved away they did everything to hurt me like calling on the phone and being nasty and rude. They even called child services on me and said I was doing drugs and starving the children. Unlike the highschool dropouts who accused me of this, I happen to have a degree in early childhood education and I ended up contacting the local district attorney over all the harassment and they abruptly stopped their s h * t. Then by a divine piece of good fortune, I came into money. Suddenly, everyone wants to be my best friend. (NATURALLY.) They are just ‘so concerned’ about how me and the boys are doing…being syrupy sweet and just always calling to say ‘hi’ and being SOOO disgustingly polite. First I was a ‘ b * t c h’ now I’m the funniest thing ever- everyone just adores anything I have to say- even if its ‘I have to go to the bathroom’. All of it just makes me want to throw up. But- what they don’t know is we’re moving. Again. I’m going back to Los Angeles. I can afford to live there comfortably now, so I’m going to- and I’m taking the boys with me and I don’t give a flying F * C K WHO has a problem with it. I DARE them to get nasty now.