Let’s just be fucking honest for one second of your life here Blob. What you meant to say is that people looking at your child with honesty in their expression angers you, because you deep down know that your version of the story doesn’t compute, and the public doesn’t owe you validation of your delusions. The brutal reality is that the horror show you push around seizing and lip smacking in a stroller at six years old will never be a whole person. She may just as well be a decorated corpse for all the value she brings to the world, it’s harsh, but life is fucking harsh. What light? What beauty? What magic? It’s not some fairy story where a prince is going to come kiss her giant dome and wake her up from her miserable existence, whole and healed. Luna doesn’t feel the “cruelty” she will never understand that people are gawking, or whispering. You are who deserves to see the looks, to see the disdain, it’s YOU and your fragile ego that feel judged and rightly so.
You personally know that Luna is not thriving, you damn well know that Luna can’t pick out her fucking yearly tater tool and will get no enjoyment or even comfort from it. You know what you’ve done to cause all of it. You can’t parade your sideshow that you personally created under people’s noses, then get offended when they don’t see the picture you’ve tried desperately to paint them for years, it doesn’t work that way. Did you ever stop to think that the reason you get so upset by other people’s opinions is guilt, guilt for what you’ve caused with your hubris and narcissistic ignorance?
You soulless stupid cow, you ignore your sentient thoughtful and sweet boy, that should be in fucking preschool so he learns to talk, at an event that should be fun for HIM!! It’s not about taking selfies and painting a pumpkin “with” a rotting potato that has just as much brainpower as a hollowed out jack-o-lantern. She doesn’t even know where she is, so instead of sitting down with him and helping him, giving him a cuddle, listening to him and responding to him even if all he does is babble, you have to have your photo moment with an immobile lump of flesh. Then to add insult to injury when you’re done painting you showcase the pumpkin YOU painted before the one that your four year old child painted, you selfish bitch.
Events like this are more for the siblings of children like Luna, so they don’t have to feel so lonely growing up with the specter of a dying medically fragile grotesque creature-child looming over them constantly. It’s not for the spud kid who gets no joy from anything and isn’t even aware of its existence, nor is it for a baby as young as little Treebeard. You are failing the child that needs you the most at this time, and I sincerely hope that little boy goes completely no contact with you when he is old enough. That Atlas sees you threw away his chance at a childhood for something that by that time will hopefully and mercifully be long dead. Maybe someday you’ll feel actual guilt for what you’ve done to ruin both your older children, and only time will tell if you’ll fuck up the littlest one as severely as the first two. I know I’m a little late for the party, but needed to get this out of my head. Blob is a grade A LUNAtic cunt. I hate her so much mostly for Atlas’s sake.
