My family

I was brought up thinking I was loved. If I was, my life wouldn't be such a mess. I would have friends. Instead I am alone in a dark lonely world. I had a lot to deal with through growing up. Helping with farm chores. I hated it. The cows would kick or lay on their milkers. All I could do is freak out and yell help. I was best in the house when it time to do dishes, clean house and cook and bake. I paid attention to details as a cleaner. One who you could say, the house was so clean you could eat off the floor. I cleaned daily if it needed it or not. I am obsessed with cleaning. I can cook with what you have in your freezer and pantry and make it a meal. I don't need a cookbook. I bake many things and wish one day to get my own shop, it would be a cook/bakery shop. You eat there and buy baked goods. I will have it set for anyone who is a senior, organization, business owner, have a discount for referring me to others. This is a far off idea for I need Karma, etc. I am a happy-go-lucky person if you ever see me in public I am always smiling. Why you may ask, because I have to hide the unhappiness I have inside. When going to school I tried to make friends. I was very unsuccessful until I bribed the boys to play football, baseball. At least I was included in a group and not left out. I am still trying to find a group of friends that will accept me for my lifestyle. Everyone needs a group of friends. A group of friends doesn't bully you or make fun of you for your lifestyle. Accept me for a friend or it won't work. I am not negative here. These are facts, feelings or opinions. Next blog coming soon!