Shakara Dickens
Shakara Dickens

Memphis police search warrants presume missing baby is dead:

Sources say relatives not cooperating in search for baby:

First off let me say that I am sorry I’m way behind on posting stories. Especially this one.

Normally I don’t do missing child stories. It’s not that I don’t have sympathy for the children in their families. I just think there are so many blogs about missing children that it’s hard to find the signal among the noise. However, when there is a story that it’s so obvious that one of the Breeders was involved I jump in. Even if Nancy Grace has already had her hair sprayed claws over it.

Anyway, 19-year-old Shakara Dickens of Memphis, Tenn. reported her daughter, 10-month-old Lauryn Dickens, missing on September 15th claiming that she gave the child to an unknown woman on September 7th. Got that so far? Ok, it’s gets weirder. Dickens claims that the unknown woman (who I’m sure is hanging out with Nicole Brown’s real killer) was taking the child to the child’s father. The thing is the father is in jail and has not only had no contact with Dickens but her phone is blocked from receiving calls from the prison. He says he has no idea what she’s even talking about.

Local media is reporting that police are acting on the assumption that Lauryn Dickens is not alive.

And oddly like another similar case Shakara Dickens’s mother, Tracy Dickens, is said to be uncooperative with the investigation.

I’m going to be updating this story as information becomes available and as time allows because I know the national media will grow tired of this story and not give it half the attention they gave that certain story out of Florida.

Thanks to Winnie for the tip.

93 responses to “Memphis Breeder claims she gave daughter to stranger”

  1. why do these sick fucks do this shit.sooo very many people who would take a baby in this world if she didn’t want her anymore or couldn’t handle it.

  2. “Even if Nancy Grace has already had her hair sprayed claws over it.”

    Classic, Trench, just loved that line.

    But something tells me this’ll follow Susan Smith’s style…getting a similiar vibe. =(

  3. You know, I nearly laughed coffee out of my nose on this write up. the “Even if Nancy Grace has already had her hair sprayed claws over it.” was wonderful.

    I find it bemusing as all hell that these people make up these cock and bull stories that authorities can punch holes in within minutes. How clever they must think themselves that they can out-think years of training and expertise. These creatures lie to doctors, they lie to police and they lie to themselves….the saddest thing is the fact that a certain little girl called this woman “mommy” at one point and by the sounds of this she was lied to and betrayed as well.

  4. What does it say about the state of the school system in Memphis that the grandmother, who threw eggs at reporters, is employed there? She’s at the very least guilty of obstructing justice if she’s not cooperating with cops. Seeing how much my mother-in-law adores my kids, I just don’t understand how a grandparent excuses the criminal acts of their children at the expense of their grandchildren.

    1. When I was younger, my father had a habit of going spare at me every time I so much as had a male friend over (with my grandfather playing chaperone and everything). This usually resulted to me going to my room and locking the door to stop him from abusing me some more, and yes on some occasions, hitting me with whatever was handy.

      Guess who gave him the key to my door, each and every single time he demanded it.

  5. blu… sorry. I’m sure you love your father… but I think I would have put him through a meat grinder.

    I think these stories are proof that evolution is false. ‘Cause if evolution promotes survival of the fittest, shouldn’t the idiots have died off by now? But, alas… new idiots continue to emerge every day.

    1. See, this is the thing. He was raised in a very misogynistic household, where the man is boss and the father is boss etc etc (traditional Asian household). I, on the other hand, grew up in Australia, where everyone was pretty much like “maaaaate, do what you want!”

      Clash of cultures. I don’t hate him or his actions, they were a result of the way he was brought up and the things he was taught to believe. I resent that they happened in cycles, and resent that it caused me to go through a bout of depression and suicidal behaviour — and definitely resented that this caused him to just get more… well, more.

      But I mean, there were other reasons why he turned out so… broken, which I won’t go into on a public forum. If you understood him and the situation as I do, then you would have no desire to punish him for what he did to me.

      1. I’m sure there are reasons. And, no, I don’t understand them. I don’t understand the cultural differences. But as a mom, I want to hold you close with your head on my shoulder and reassure you that everything is all right. And, I’d want to keep everything all right no matter what it took to do it. I can’t help it. It’s an innate desire to protect and nurture and love children (even the bratty ones that scream and fling spaghetti at everyone all through dinner on the one night I get to go out ).

        1. In my household, the spaghetti flinging is considered the floor show that comes with dinner. It’s a four-star performance if more than one child winds up with their dinner all over their face and clothes! It’s all part of their charm.

          1. Have you ever had a little one sneeze right after a bite of baby food? Who knew that stuff could shoot out a nose. Then the baby’s eyes get real wide and she looks at you with this “What the *bleep* did you just do to me” look on her face. Of course, a loving mom wipes up the mess and doesn’t laugh so hard she almost pees her pants, right??? lol

          2. “In my household, the spaghetti flinging is considered the floor show that comes with dinner. It’s a four-star performance if more than one child winds up with their dinner all over their face and clothes! It’s all part of their charm.”

            Can I have some of that patience? 🙂 I tend to become a ‘naggy mom’ when food starts getting thrown… because if he does it at home, he thinks it’s OK to do it in other people’s homes or in restaurants.

          3. Naw – They are always better at other people’s houses.

  6. And this has what to do with the missing girl? Are you defending her mother as well?

    1. Linh will defend them.  That’s what she does.  She’s like the defense attorneys that we all find so loathsome – right, Linh?  ‘Cept she’s wrapped up in this tidy little teenaged Asian person to throw you off.  She looks conservative, but watch yourself…. She gets off on taking the position of trying to justify the acts of all of these bitches and ‘hood rats.

    2. No, I’m defending my father for the things he did to me, which I elaborated in an earlier post in response to a different matter.

      This woman, I don’t understand. I don’t have kids, but I have little brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces, and they do NOT leave family sight, ever. Anyone who watches them are either family, or family friends who we’ve known for a hell of a long time.

      1. Ahh, so your defending of the douchebags is a heredity thing. I get it now.

      2. So….let me see if I understand this correctly……you were raised in an abusive family, you are not defending the abuser, and you believe in protecting the children….. Have I got it so far? OK. So to prove how much you love the kids, you leave them with family members only. Right? OK…. How does leaving the kids with family who have already proven to be abusive make you any better than they were? Just curious….because it seems to me that you have a warped view of ‘protecting the kids’. Just sayin’……

        1. I had two families growing up, the abusive one that I was biologically related to and therefore am obligated to protect, and the one that I am not related to that I am not obligated to protect, but do so anyway.

          The latter is the one from which I have younger siblings. None of them are allowed near the members from the other family without other supervision. And do you think I’m stupid enough to leave kids with people who I know have an abusive history?

          1. “And do you think I’m stupid enough to leave kids with people who I know have an abusive history?”

            I’ll answer that with the first comment you made on this thread:

            “Guess who gave him the key to my door, each and every single time he demanded it. ”

            I rest my case.

            No, I’m not calling you stupid, but if the shoe fits……

          2. Uh, that was my grandpa who gave my father the key to my door, so that he
            could continue shouting at me.

            You might want to re-read that. Why would I lock myself away from someone
            who was abusing me, and then pass them the key to break my defences?

          3. “No, I’m not calling you stupid, but if the shoe fits……”
             
            …… Buy a purse that matches?

          4. Blu, you are NOT obligated to protect people who abused you, whether they are biologically related to you or not. You have the right to forgive them, if you decide to, but no obligation to protect them from the consequences of their own actions.

          5. What consequences? We’ve done the mental disorder,
            send-me-to-suicide-watch-or-I’ll-drink-more-floor-cleaner thing. We’ve done
            the therapy thing, to little effect and large financial detriment. I have
            every right to forgive my father (which I haven’t quite done), and I have
            every right to reserve the right to roundly abuse him. He’s MY father, and
            while I have no doubt that all y’all would probably love to put him through
            a blender for what he did, he still single-handedly financially supported me
            through my childhood, very expensive adolescence, and pays my rent now with
            few demands on my time. He’s been hardly ideal — but then again, our
            whole situation hasn’t either.

          6. Ahhhh….he pays your rent ? Really ? Gee, that must be nice. I wouldn’t know though. I always paid my way through life by working and paying my own rent. – Silly me.

            It’s amazing what people will let others get away with when there is a financial incentive for doing so.

            Amazing and disgusting.

          7. **chuckles** so many comments to be made…and I just can’t decide which one to make first. So, since he pays her way through life, thus allowing her all this free time to post on a gazillion blog sites…would that make him her sugar daddy?

  7. Am I the only one who believes that you have to be a mother to truly understand the rage we all feel when reading about these stupid cunts ?

    Going through a pregnancy, hours of labor ( a combined 50 hours for me with two kids ), the agonizing pain of it all, the first glimpse of your precious newborn, the countless numbers of sleep less nights, the messes, the diapers, the breast-feeding, the kisses and hugs…..only mommies understand that.

    And while the childless can be horrified at what these cunts do to their own flesh and blood, you don’t feel it the way we do…the mommies. And yes, in most cases we want their fucking blood.

    Again…that is a mommy thing.

    1. No.  It”s not a “mommy” thing.  Trench shares our feelings and he’s not a mommy.  At least no last time I checked.  But I think the “mommy” factor places a role in the extent of our disgust.

      1. Well, of course, it is also a “daddy” thing. In my haste I neglected to mention that.

        That combined with the fact there are so few good daddies left it seems. I thank god my children have a kick ass father…all children should have that.

        1. My husband’s a fucking rock star.  My son will never know how luck he is.

          1. My husband is big old fuzzy teddy bear. My little guy is very lucky too. 🙂

          2. I TELL my son how lucky he is to have his daddy. So many of his little classmates are growing up without any daddy at all, or a daddy who beats the hell out of mommy every day, or drinks or abuses drugs, misses important school events, birthdays or anniversaries, or is just indifferent to mommy and the kids.

            And I thank my lucky stars every day to have found a man who sees and loves my inner beauty, who is not just a good husband but a great father.

  8. And if I am the only one….well, splendid. That’s fine with me. I shall console myself with coffee and the fact that I haven’t given away, abused, neglected, or murdered my own children.

    And that is quite enough.

    That is all.

  9. My husband can’t read this site. It makes him too upset. The few times i have shared stories on here with him, he has picked up our son and disappeared upstairs….for some little guy cuddle time I imagine. He questions why I spend so much time on it. Why I constantly immerse myself in the stories about the monsters…

    We want their blood because so much of society is so hellbent on letting them go. giving them their “Get out of jail free” card due to whatever horrible history they have had whatever jellyfish argument a lawyer can come up with to cut a plea deal…someone has to speak for the children.

    It is a mommy and daddy thing, a grandma and grandpa thing…it is human, it is natural to feel protective over a child, to feel love for youth and innocence.

    This site depicts the evil and fall of society when our children are disposable and those that inflict such pain on children are defended.

    1. My husband is the very same way, and asks the same questions.

    2. My husband has questioned me as well, especially if I start crying over one of these stories…he asks why I would still read it if it makes me so upset, and I have to explain to him that someone has to cry for these children, someone needs to get upset, they deserve to be mourned over and thought about. They sure as hell aren’t getting it from their own family, and I think the least I can do is keep reading this sight, cry and pray for these children, and figure out where my place is in all of this, how I can help stop the cycle of violence in my community.

      1. You just hit the nail on the head.  We DO care about these children more than anyone it seems.  Not all, but most.  I know that some of these babies have granparents that show up here to express their anger (see the story I wrote on Addison Weast).  But some show up here to defend these depraved asshats.  We do a good job of loving all of these little angels.

    3. “We want their blood because so much of society is so hellbent on letting them go. giving them their “Get out of jail free” card due to whatever horrible history they have had whatever jellyfish argument a lawyer can come up with to cut a plea deal…someone has to speak for the children.”

      In some cases, it’s their own grown children making excuses for the abuses they suffered…

      No, there isn’t any excuse. Ever.

  10. Benjamin Sargent….he is the one who killed me. Literally. It killed a part of me. What he had to endure at the hands of the fuckers who created him. It’s unreal.

    And he haunts me daily. – I would have taken him in a second.

    1. That one was pretty awful.  Shaniya…  Adddison…. There are so many.

    2. That one was horrible for me as I was born and raised in Peoria, IL. So while I do not live there anymore, it struck a harsh chord in me. Beyond the horrific aspect of the case but because…well, I’m FROM there.

      1. I’m assuming the community was outraged. Even to this day I can’t believe what happened to that sweet little boy, and it is beyond my concept of human understanding how those two shit bags responsible escaped the death penalty.

  11. I’d love to see how you manage a $200pw rent on less than $50pw salary. Getting more hours isn’t an option, I’ve requested them at work but don’t get them, and getting another job is something I’ve been trying to do for months. It’s kind of difficult when you’re only available for two days a week.

    Regardless, I’ve been defending my father long before he started paying my rent, because he’s my father and for better or worse, I think he deserves better than to be roundly abused by people who don’t even know him. And yeah, I’ll thank you both to keep your mouths shut about my father and I. I have no intention of justifying myself to people who know little and care less about the situation.

    1. Oh, we should all keep our mouths shut about something YOU brought up. Okay….yeah, that makes sense. And I think we’ve hit a sensitive chord somewhere.

      But, I’m curious about what will happen if we don’t “keep our mouths shut” ?

      Will you type REAL hard at us ? Vow internet revenge while shaking your fist to the heavens ? Hammer at the keys in wrath ?

      Well…I shall sit here biting my nails in a jittery manner scared shit-less of these possibilities. – Really.

      1. I brought it up only to illustrate the point that it is perfectly possible
        for grandparents to choose the interests of their children over the
        interests of their grandchildren. I was unaware that it would turn into an
        ad hominem attack in which my ability to care about my father is apparently
        ameliorated by him looking after me financially while I’m in college.

      2. *gigglesnort*

        “Type REAL HARD at us…” too funny. You are too groovy, chicklette.

        1. See… I would have gone this *snortgiggle*, but you get how to apply that gem.

        2. Thanks….lol.

          I have my moments.

      3. Bwahahahaaahaaaaaa
        Maybe she’ll start a blog about us like that other Ausie loser.

        1. Ha !!!

          One can but hope. 🙂

          1. As long as she refers to me a the leader of the pussy posse, I’ll be okay with it.
             
            Hey Linh, you a little loney on OKCupid?  Is that why you are spending so much time here defending your abusive father?  I’d think a 19 year old girl who doesn’t look completely retarded would have better things to do.  Like…. date…..

          2. don’t tell her that, she’ll wind up being one of those girls who pretty much dates a younger clone of her father….someday she might even wind up on these pages or better yet, Jerry Springer.

          3. That’s not really my problem, now is it?

          4. K, so, in case you were a little blind, I am actually taken and it very much
            says so on my profile. I believe I also stated somewhere on my page that I
            do not aim to have children (would sooner shoot myself than have a child,
            actually), and have little hope or desire to get married.

            So, you know, bash away. I fail to understand why you’d have such a giant
            issue with me protecting my father, when it’s got little to do with you.
            I’ve acknowledged that taking his money is wrong, and that I could do
            something else (love to hear suggestions, by the way), and that I’m failing
            to handle things in the “proper” manner. What more do you want from me?

    2. you put it out there and now you wanna whine about it.  Get your big girl panties on or hit the fucking road.

    3. blufindr,

      I’d love to see you manage taking care of two kids, one who is two, and the other who is almost 7-months old, cook meals for said two-year old and husband, clean up after said two year old, almost 7 month old, and husband, do the laundry for four residents myself included, vacuum daily, do mountains of dishes, wipe toddler and infant butts, change diapers, give baths, kiss boo-boo’s, prepare toddler and infant for bed -time, wake up after perhaps 2 hours of sleep to comfort, feed, hold, or rock infant at 3 in the morning, haul toddler and infant into the bathroom to take a short, chaos infused shower, and still have time to rock a pair of heels at night for my husband after defending the smallest of victims on a blog.

      – We all do that.

      Your employment and financial “dilemma” is a fucking cake walk, dear.

      1. Yeah, I’m not having children precisely because I know I’m not cut out for
        the work required. I’m perfectly aware that I have it sweet, being in a
        country that even allows me to go to college and therefore means my hours
        for work are limited and living away from home is a definite necessity.

        Except my father makes too much money for me to collect from welfare. I
        cannot conjure money from thin air. I cannot simply not pay rent, nor can I
        miss classes to make money to pay rent. I’m making what to you is a
        shitacular decision and yeah, I should probably put my big girl panties on
        and find a way around it that does not involve taking money from my family
        to finance my life, but for the time being, I can’t see a viable solution to
        that that doesn’t involve jumping off a bridge. And believe me, I’ve
        seriously considered doing that recently just to get over the fucking
        humiliation of having to admit that I need help in any way.

        So yeah, thanks for reminding me of how faaaaaantastic my life is. I’m sure
        it is. Doesn’t mean there aren’t aspects of it that don’t suck bollocks.
        Maybe not to you, but for someone who doesn’t have children and doesn’t have
        all the things that you superpeople have to deal with, they suck.

        1. blufindr,

          If I find out that you have committed suicide over anything, I am going to chase your dumb-ass down to hell, and kick you in the throat for being so damn stupid.

          Suicide is for the weak.

          You’ve got to toughen up a bit more to make it in this world.

          So, suck it up…and move forward.

          Whining is not allowed.

        2. blufindr,

          If I find out that you have committed suicide over anything, I am going to chase your dumb-ass down to hell, and kick you in the throat for being so damn stupid.

          Suicide is for the weak.

          You’ve got to toughen up a bit more to make it in this world.

          So, suck it up…and move forward.

          Whining is not allowed.

          1. It takes a hell of a lot more strength than you’d think it does. Ask anyone
            who’s tried it and failed. Inevitably, you want to live, and hate yourself
            all the more for not being able to do something that takes months to psych
            yourself up for.

            As I’ve already explained, sucking it up involves either starving to pay the
            rent (and mooching off the boyfriend to do so, it’s his name on the lease),
            missing classes and failing college to pay the rent, or compromising my
            pride and integrity to pay the rent. Or, moving back home, spending 4 hours
            in transport (round trip), and compromising my health to get through
            college. Suicide looks fantastic, when the rest of your options kind of
            suck.

          2. blufindr,

            I have tried it and failed…and spent all night in a hospital getting my stomach pumped.

            Dumbest thing I ever did….well, second dumbest. The first is for another day perhaps.

            Suicide is never an option, and it is perhaps the most selfish thing a person can do.

            Trust me….

          3. Father dear gets a second shot, he’s got another kid on the way. The rest
            of my family and my boyfriend deserve better the latter, being as perfect
            and wonderful as he is, will undoubtedly find better.

            I’ve tried it, spent four days in suicide watch (at my request, natch) as a
            model patient, left, and six months later, tried again. The only regrets
            I’ve ever had, are that I didn’t succeed.

            Selfish it may be, but they get to watch the fun(!) process of me fighting
            and losing to my demons, so on the whole, I think it would be kinder to put
            that to rest as soon as I can. Six years of therapy and a brief flirtation
            with medicine did nothing to help I have little reason for wishing myself
            dead now (especially less, given that my partner is blissfully asleep beside
            me, ignorant of everything I’m telling you lot), yet the urge to do it has
            never been stronger. Therapy is not an option, I can’t afford it (and it
            hasn’t helped anyhow). No two medical professionals can agree on exactly
            what ails me, so medication is also out the door. The only method of coping
            I have left is just to ignore it and hope it goes away, and you can see how
            wonderfully that’s working.

            You know those foetuses that automatically abort themselves because there’s
            a genetic anomaly that makes them not viable? I kind of feel like one of
            them, except I missed the first-trimester easy elimination mark, and people
            keep insisting I’ll be okay if I just fight harder.

          4. Ya…life isn’t going to get any better for you if you end it now. Each day is another opportunity to get it right.

            There are a ton of people who had horrible childhoods. I was one of them…in and out of foster care, sexual abuse, physical abuse, etc…

            You have really get your shit together, girl! Suicide should not be an option. Options are…finish college, get a kick ass career started, maybe marry that oblivious boyfriend of yours (or find a more observant one to marry)..or hell, don’t get married at all! Go on a trip, get a diary to journal in, read some self help books, meet up with some friends, a glass of wine in a warm bath with candles and a Cosmo magazine does wonders for me. I don’t know…get a damn dog. Reach down and find some damn strength girlfriend and stop feeling sorry for yourself! You need to look for ways to make yourself happy and improve yourself…killing yourself?? What a damn waste!!

          5. Should not, but it is.

            This boyfriend is only oblivious to this bout of self-hate because I don’t intend to tell him. He’s not oblivious to the rest, and bless his heart, he tries to help. Finishing college looks hella daunting right now, what with another four years of it left. My finances kind of suck, or else we’d both already have gone on a trip together. We don’t have a bathtub (they’re not common in Australia, certainly not in the inner cities), and XD if I bring home one more Cosmo, I think the boyfriend will whapp me over the head with it. We’d like a cat, but as I’m allergic and the lease specifies no animals… yeah. :

            Thanks, though (and to you, Maelstrom, I appreciate it can’t be fun to listen to a stranger bitch over the inturwebz about how shitacular she thinks her life is). I think I’ll hit the hay, I’m s’posed to be at work in five hours and I’ve not gotten any sleep tonight.

            G’night.

          6. If I hadn’t seen her face… I’d think she was WMD Kitty.  If I didn’t know that she was in AU, I’d think she was Cina.  Where do they come from and it there a cream to apply that will make it go away?

          7. Uh…every option I gave were examples….you missed the point. The point is…if you are having a hard time…WAIT! Life is all about ups and downs..you’ll have an “up” another day. You don’t need to specifically do what makes me feel good…find your own things!

            You really have to stop being so negative. Come on man! You have a place to sleep, a boyfriend, you’re going to college (so have a possible hopeful future), you have internet for God’s sake so I know you have food. Focus on the good things and stop focusing on all of the negatives!!

            Ok, so I am married. Get pregnant with twins. I lose my son right after birth and have to bury him. My husband starts cheating on me during my grief and visiting my surviving daugther in NICU. He continues to cheat and abuse me. I get pregnant and am very happy…he beats me up and I lose my baby. I leave him of course! Now, I am poverty stricken, don’t know where my daughter and my next meal is going to come from, internet? ya right!, I am sooo financially strapped that I have to call out of work sometimes because I don’t have the gas money to get there! I have no family (in and out of foster care, remember?)….

            Guess what I did? I didn’t cry and snot at home. I got up, find a better job, focused on my artwork and got into some galleries where I sold some of my pieces. I focused on spending time with my daughter and healing with her. We have fun, we talk (well I don’t talk to her about my adult issues obviously..mainly things she wants to talk about like whether or not robots can have babies..haha..she’s 7). In a few short months, I am stronger. I have a good peaceful life. I have made new friends who I have things in common with. My daughter is happier than ever. And now I am considering going back to college to be an art teacher.

            Ya…I told my business out there to show you that people can have it a lot worse off. Try struggling and having to worry about feeding or caring for a person who depends on you..on top of it! You pull yourself up by the bootstraps, you don’t sit in your own bullshit…and you move on! Get some balls, chicadee.

            (That’s my last word on this subject…)

          8. *Hugs*
             
            I fuckiling love you right now.  I really do.  You are prrof that none of should complain about our current situations.  It could be so much worse. 
             
            I’ll be over here———-&gt in awe of you.

          9. awww…thanks April. I didn’t want to “toot” my horn…but sometimes people have to be reminded that whining because “4 more years of college seems daunting” while they type on a (obviously) wireless computer, in a warm bed, next to a sleeping loved one…while someone pays their rent…is seen as spoiled rotten talk by us normal folks. Dude! I’d love to have a parent to pay my rent, help me get through college…I wouldn’t even care if it took 10 years!

            I don’t like talking about how “strong” I have been (although yes, I am proud of it)….but it needed to be said just in case she was serious about her thoughts of suicide.

            Look at the positive, man! Stop focusing on the negative! It’s called life!

            (I should open my own suicide hotline! I’m on a damn roll! hehe)

          10. Maybe we could have Trench start a thread for these sorry, spoiled rotten teens that think that life isn’t worth living.
             
            I have one for you – my mother goes to a breast cancer support group.  There was a girl in her group that was 35 and had a 10 month old baby.  They missed diagnosing her breast cancer because she was pregnant.  Passed it off as normal pregnancy pains in her breasts.  Then told her that it was breast feeding that made her breasts tender.  It wasn’t until she demanded to be tested that they realized she had breast cancer.  Not only in her breast, but it had spread into her sternum.  By the time her insurance approved the treatment it was in her liver and her brain.  She died 2 weeks ago.  That baby will never know her mother and her family is suffering a tremendous loss.  Never mind the pain that she suffered prior to her death and the nagging task of caring for an infant (that you know you probably will never see grow up) and going through chemo. 
             
            I told you that to tell you this – I will never whine about my shit again.  I know that it can always be worse and people with sadder stories than mine go through life with a smile on their faces.
             
            The end.

          11. Oh, and I won’t be killing myself. I don’t think my life insurance pays out in case of suicide, and god knows my family needs the money.

          12. Suicide is as selfish of an option as… Oh, I don’t know… stuffing your infant in a trash bag and throwing it out like dog shit.

          13. After two years it might. I learned that in my insurance license class.

          14. After two years it might. I learned that in my insurance license class.

          15. 13 months, provided I make no changes and miss no payments.

            I plan to increase the payout as soon as I can afford to, though. Just in
            case.

      2. *swoon*
         
        I’ll go change my big girl panties now.  Thanks for that.

        1. Welcome. 🙂

  12. poor baby. Hear that? That is the smallest violin in the world playing a song just for you….

    *pokes April*

    barbed wire panties baby. you know it.

    1. Youch.  That made me squeeze my thighs together.

  13. Damn, I decide to work and you bitches have all the fun without me. WTF?

    1. Jump in… The water’s fine.
       
      MARCO!!!!

  14. Can’t, I get to go home now. Thank God! It’s open enrollment for health insurance, and people are not happy with me. Like it’s my fault their rates went up. Cocksuckers. Have fun!

    POLO!

    1. Bitch.  Tomorrow then.

    2. Don’t get me started on open enrollment.

  15. My Goodness, does she never stop whining? My toddler whines less than she does.

  16. Now, where did I say that I don’t know it’s wrong that I have every possible advantage and still occasionally wake up and want to hang myself?

    There are days where everything is okay and I truly appreciate how lucky I am. There are. And then, like clockwork, there are days when I inexplicably loathe every single aspect about myself, and wish the privileges given to me had been given to someone else.

    But you’re right, I’m probably just being a whiny spoilt brat. Clearly, every psychiatrist I’ve ever had is agreeing with you, because these periods don’t last long enough to count for any of the bona fide DSM-IV mental disorders and the highs are barely acknowledgeable. The psychologist I had throughout high school, who thinks there actually is something wrong and suggested that I either continue therapy elsewhere or go on drugs, and the GP who I worked for for a few summers who prescribed me anti-depressants after I was brought into her office shaking because my father’s then-girlfriend caught me trying to cut myself, were clearly mistaken.

    Yeah, I have no idea. But thanks for clearing up that I’m a spoilt brat, like I didn’t already know that.

    1. Prozac, honey.  I’m thinking you could use sme.

      1. Lithium, Lamictal…maybe some paxil for good measure.

    2. Look, I know this comment is 3 years too late and OT from Casey Anthony: cocoa version, but I’m feeling intensely compelled to offer a bit of empathy and emotional support.

      For the normal, healthy, logic-minded, hard working folks haunting this joint, I can see how easy it would be to apply your own attitudes to this girl. Tough love (sans the love) of a sort..?

      A one-size-fits-all motto/approach to life isn’t really possible… People are too variant for that. For example, those of you with multiple children–surely you’ve observed and experienced the uniqueness of your children, their temperaments, learning styles, etc.. That each child should be approached according to their sensibilities…. What works with child a isn’t as effective for child b, right?

      I’d gently urge you to reconsider the propriety of your get-over-it medicine. Mentall illness, much like diseases and addictions and other afflictions… Knows no bounds by race, socioeconomic class, age, gender, etc.. An organic condition doesn’t give a rats ass if your life is “cushy” or “easy”. And so it is with deep, severe depression and other illnesses.

      Blu responds intelligently enough, she’s shown that she can be objective and even self-depreciating about herself… Demonstrating the intellectual capacity to grasp the concept of Chinning up, but obviously is still struggling despite that.

      You can’t just talk someone out of a physical condition. Saying shut up and nut up doesn’t work for many people. I think, fellow mothers, we’ve seen that a couple of times in our parenting experiences…. Positive encouragement/motivation/support/guidance can yield greater gains in the child’s growth, maturity, responsibility, etc.. Our children aren’t born with a preset knowledge of how to properly proceed in life, nor abstract psychological play. We shouldn’t expect them to interpret criticism and pushing as a means of getting the child to prove us wrong.

      Now I don’t mean this condescendingly blu is a child. Quoting dr.phil I’m not saying child in this context as a negative or diminishing jab. I mean simply that, in this arc in her life, she’s a child. At the time of her writings, her brain’s prefrontal lobes were not yet developed fully.

      Combine that with severe depression, tearing her a new asshole for not being as adept at maneuvering life as you are (no sarcasm here, btw) seems a bit cruel. This childish hurting badly enough already. You guys excel at putting true villains in their place with a lot of wit and creativity at that. I can admire and respect that.

      I can’t tell you how to feel or think or act, nor should I wish to try. I’m just sharing an alternate perception. My heart is feeling squishy tonight.

      Blu, if you’re still out there, somewhere, know that you have a willing ear. I can also give a smattering of advice on pooling the resources you need to beat this thing.

      At least one person out here doesn’t think your feelings and struggle are totally invalid/a product of character defect.

      Lastly, dear regulars, somewhere, out there, there is always someone who has it worse off…. Someone without food or a home or their health or their freedom, etc…. Does that mean you should “shut up”, “stop whining” because you have it good by comparison? It seems a bit silly to demand that you can never vent things or feel pain in your life or experience strong emotion because you have it better than a lot of other people. Your pains shouldn’t be illegitimate, you shouldn’t have to stuff it all down. You and your experiences are valid in your own right.

      Anywhoo sorry for the novelette guys.

  17. This sounds like another Casey Anthony- I will not call her a mother because she doesn’t deserve the title- this bitch needs to fry along with the cum whore Casey!

    1. You mentioned the name we do not speak of.

      1. Be nice to the newbies or I’ll come over there and give you a lickin’.

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      Wish this would happen to Gabriel’s egg donor.

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