Hi, I’m Kettle. I believe we’ve met…

So I fucked up and got fat. What sort of terrible woman would dare do such a thing? I swear…if another person from my past asks “what happened” to me, I’m going to fucking kill them. Here’s a thought: Not a goddamn thing happened to me. In between working like a slave, fighting against my son’s addiction, then his father’s, bankruptcy and foreclosure, losing my fucking Hummer, and every other material thing that meant shit to me, I comforted myself with food and got fat as all Hell. So fucking sue me. All I can say is I tried my fucking best to keep shit going. If that’s not good enough, fuck you pieces of shit. Don’t forget I know YOUR disgusting secrets. My problem is easily seen, your just needs publicity. Fucking bitches. 

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