I am beginning to think that it might have been a mistake to tell my adoptive mother that I'm actually planning to move and that I should have just told her the day that people were going to be arriving & helping me pack me things. My adoptive father is angry that I am taking my Jeep, which he paid all of the insurance for and which he paid $12,000 of the $19,000 price-tag on. I don't get why he's so angry about it. He's the one that has been driving it for approximately the last six years, every day, I think that kind of mitigates paying the insurance since he's the one that's gotten the benefits out of that. Let's assume that a reasonable monthly payment for a custom-colour 2003 Jeep Liberty (this is a Cactus Green vehicle) would be $300 -- a 72-month lease would be a total of $21,600 so if he wants to nickel-and-dime me, he'd owe me $9,600.00 and I am going to politely allow him to keep that money and just take my Jeep. I know that I will be loved, cared for and supported by some of the people down there, and that the broad majority will accept me without complaint or hesitation.
My adoptive mother has been very patronizing, or at least it feels as if she has been patronizing in the last several days since telling her that I am planning to move out in January, hopefully in earlier portions of the month.
She has literally asked me three times if I was intending to take my dog, and said one time that I shouldn't take my dog. She does not even like my dog, and if I don't take my dog with me, I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that she would be put down. Seriously, are you taking your dog? Who the hell doesn't take their dog with them when they move?
She has literally brought up paying for gas money, paying for insurance, has "reminded" me three times that you cannot drive a vehicle on the road if you don't have insurance and twice "reminded" me that if it isn't running I can't drive it on the road. Seriously? You think that I don't know that a car has to be running to be able to drive it? You think that just because I haven't driven in a few years, I'm not aware of the fact that a vehicle needs insurance to be legal on the road? How stupid do you think I am? Good God.
The list goes on and on, I'm not going to bother anyone who reads this with the whole grand list of the details, but sufficed to say... I hate it when people get condescending with me. It's so rude. I'm planning on handing over total control of my communication with my adoptive family to Master, for Her to decide when I have to talk to them. They want me to keep in touch, but I've got no desire to keep in touch with them on a regular basis... if I am forced to call them four times a year, I can take that, but I don't want to.
In positive news, I've been thinking more about Master than about the adoptive family, and some of the things that I think of just make me giggly and happy, and put this childlike grin on my face as I'm giggling and laying on my back because I can't quite sit up. It isn't normal stuff that She says, but it's stuff that makes me feel good.
Like for instance, She would never call me a "dirty worthless bitch," because that's mean and nasty and She isn't likes that. However, She has called me a pretty little bitch before, and She has said to others, "Yes, she's a bitch, but she's *My* bitch." Just thinking about those things makes me fall on my bed giggling and grinning and feeling happy.
I love You Master, with all of my heart and every fiber of my being.
I love You Master, as much as I've ever loved anyone.
I trust You Master, I have absolute faith in You, I will only question Your rules if I don't understand.
I am devoted to You Master, thank You for allowing me the privilege of being Your property.
I will obey You to the best of my ability Master, thank You for being patient and forgiving when I fail.
I will do everything I can to minimize my failures and to reflect well upon You, beloved Master.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia
My adoptive mother has been very patronizing, or at least it feels as if she has been patronizing in the last several days since telling her that I am planning to move out in January, hopefully in earlier portions of the month.
She has literally asked me three times if I was intending to take my dog, and said one time that I shouldn't take my dog. She does not even like my dog, and if I don't take my dog with me, I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that she would be put down. Seriously, are you taking your dog? Who the hell doesn't take their dog with them when they move?
She has literally brought up paying for gas money, paying for insurance, has "reminded" me three times that you cannot drive a vehicle on the road if you don't have insurance and twice "reminded" me that if it isn't running I can't drive it on the road. Seriously? You think that I don't know that a car has to be running to be able to drive it? You think that just because I haven't driven in a few years, I'm not aware of the fact that a vehicle needs insurance to be legal on the road? How stupid do you think I am? Good God.
The list goes on and on, I'm not going to bother anyone who reads this with the whole grand list of the details, but sufficed to say... I hate it when people get condescending with me. It's so rude. I'm planning on handing over total control of my communication with my adoptive family to Master, for Her to decide when I have to talk to them. They want me to keep in touch, but I've got no desire to keep in touch with them on a regular basis... if I am forced to call them four times a year, I can take that, but I don't want to.
In positive news, I've been thinking more about Master than about the adoptive family, and some of the things that I think of just make me giggly and happy, and put this childlike grin on my face as I'm giggling and laying on my back because I can't quite sit up. It isn't normal stuff that She says, but it's stuff that makes me feel good.
Like for instance, She would never call me a "dirty worthless bitch," because that's mean and nasty and She isn't likes that. However, She has called me a pretty little bitch before, and She has said to others, "Yes, she's a bitch, but she's *My* bitch." Just thinking about those things makes me fall on my bed giggling and grinning and feeling happy.
I love You Master, with all of my heart and every fiber of my being.
I love You Master, as much as I've ever loved anyone.
I trust You Master, I have absolute faith in You, I will only question Your rules if I don't understand.
I am devoted to You Master, thank You for allowing me the privilege of being Your property.
I will obey You to the best of my ability Master, thank You for being patient and forgiving when I fail.
I will do everything I can to minimize my failures and to reflect well upon You, beloved Master.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia
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