Originally posted by MystyGlyttyr
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To this day I am at best ambivalent about my last name, because I grew up hearing all the wonderful bastardizations that can be made out of it. "Douche" was one of the *nicer* things I got called. People ALWAYS spelled and pronounced it wrong - some on accident, more often on purpose. I flat out told my mom one day that I wanted to change it - and she said my dad would kill me if I did.
I'm of legal age now, so I could theoretically do so if I wanted to (and I still kind of want to). But it would definitely create some bad blood in the family, and we have enough of that shit going on as it is. So I guess I'm stuck with it. (Marriage is pretty much off the list for me for a couple of reasons, not the least of which being that I don't think that I can handle living with someone else's insanity in addition to my own at this point in my life.)
I HATED the "ignore them and they'll stop" bullshit. NO, fucktards, THEY NEVER DID STOP.
Kids are assholes by nature.
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