Age:7...The Alcoholic Gf....

I'm not going to lie, I never did like most of my dads gfs. I can still remember meeting the first one...WHAT A B*TCH SHE WAS! 

Things just started to go down hill from here... This was when I started to become aware of the acts of alcohol on people. I used to call dads first gf I met Loopy.L. and still do, she was mad af....I hated her and my dad for his choice. I hardly got along with her I mainly shouted at the drunk ass b*tch...You know one time I even slammed the door shut behind her as she went to walk off but the stupid mf turned round and the door slammed in her f*cking face😂😂😂 I'm sorry for laughing but c'mon she deserved it! The bitch even blamed me for the big ass bump on her head and even asked me to touch it....like wtf😞😒

And another time I remember her falling down the stairs of our house, with a glass of wine in her hand I might add, And partially broke her neck...oh what a f*cking pity😏 shame she didn't break it completely....

After that point my dad finally decided enough was enough, thank god, but for her it wasn't...for nights she stalked our house, we even had to turn the lights out and keep quiet so that she'd think we weren't home. In the end we had to call the police it was getting beyond a joke...😞

And that was that, adios you drunk ass b*tch!😥

 

Stay tuned! Coming soon...Age:8 & Burnt cake 😅😂


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