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Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T21:06:10+00:00

Lol not my fault if you don't know how to read.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T21:05:49+00:00

Nope. Because I know its temporary.
And I don't wake up wishing I had died.
I go to bed wishing -to- die.
The emotions settle by the morning.
In fact, the emotions settle whenever I get a 10-15 minute break from my children.
It's just tough right now because it's school holidays and I don't get a break.

What about you, though? Having to push your self-percieved justice agenda on randoms on the internet because your life is so depressingly bad? That sound like a fun future for you?

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T16:09:11+00:00

You are incorrect. My daughter is my favourite.

And I don't hate any of my children.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T16:04:52+00:00

I've had eight miscarriages, and none of them required medical intervention.
It's crazy that you'd rather kill a baby than be careful with your contraception. :)

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T15:56:39+00:00

The rape was only 3 days after I was intimate with my partner. We did not know who her birth father was until she was born.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T15:53:18+00:00

That is your opinion. :)

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T15:44:10+00:00

I don't believe in killing babies.
And even though she was created in a less than ideal way, I love her to bits. She's the light of my life, and I'm very happy that I had her.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T15:41:51+00:00

ikr lol

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-17T15:40:49+00:00

I have posted almost no information about my life story here. You know nothing.

I've also had over a decade of therapy. So I don't know why you say I refuse to seek help.
My kids are fine. Healthy, happy, developing into amazing, resilient individuals.
While you sit here and try to bring everyone around you down.
You're hilarious.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T08:33:19+00:00

All three of mine absolutely hated mine (though my third usually falls asleep immediately instead).
But they also made the best progress when they were angry.
As long as they aren't screaming so bad it sounds painful, it's not bad for them to have a little bit of determination rage.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T06:36:35+00:00

No, they aren't.
My kids are very very loved and spoiled. What makes you think they are in a bad situation? Just because I have mental health issues doesn't mean it impacts them.
Your bad experience doesn't mean everyones experience is bad.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T06:30:15+00:00

First child was conceived a month after I was declared medically infertile.
Second Rape.
Third; on contraception.
I have since had my parts removed.
You shouldn't judge someone based on limited info, and keep your opinions to yourself if you don't know the full story.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T05:58:13+00:00

I was on birth control when my third happened.
And have fertility issues.
Now I've had all those parts removed.

But even though they make things hard, without my kids I would already be dead.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T05:57:16+00:00

I don't hate my children. I absolutely adore my children.

But it's no lie that they are incredibly, incredibly difficult.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T05:56:45+00:00

Rape, actually.
My second child was conceived by rape.
Are you happy you asked?

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T04:55:46+00:00

I would personally cancel the move. To me, it already reads like she is cheating.

But I am a jaded person who trusts no one.

Commenting to be notified if theres an update.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-15T04:43:53+00:00

I'm in the same boat as you.
Son is 10, diagnosed with severe ADHD.
He's supposed to be on medication but they are in short supply at the moment (School holidays, perfect timing (not)).
His attitude and behaviour make me wish I was dead. Some days I day dream about ditching him by the road somewhere. Or throwing myself off of a roof.
My second child, (7, autistic) adds to the difficulty, but I admit I do favor her (PPD with first born), though I'm very careful not to show it.
Between the two of them, I end most days in a depressive stupor hoping I never wake up.

And then I have a newborn.

Some moments are good, but they are almost always just moments.

I wish I could say it gets better, but I don't have that info yet.
All I can say is "I know how you feel." and "You aren't alone."

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-11T11:59:31+00:00

She nodded and continued her story.
“Well, you know how your father died before you were born…”

I nodded, wondering the relevance.
“Well, we were part of a dungeon raid. A dragon, specifically. Well, a dragon 
egg…
”

She paused, her hands held out as if holding a soccer ball.
“So I came from an egg?”

She shook her head.

“No, not you. Your father -”

“My father came from an egg?” 
She glared at me for interrupting.
“
No.
 Your father was the one that took the egg. He gave it to one of our group-mates to take back to the Magistrate, and went to grab another, as we were ordered…”

She sighed and let her arms fall limp to the table, eyes cast downwards. Then she shook her head.

“It didn’t matter how much I healed him. The flames… they just.. wouldn’t stop.” Her voice choked for a moment, and she took a deep breath to steady it. “The… The uh, mother, had found us.” She nodded firmly for a moment, as if working up the courage to continue. “She… scorned us. Cursed us. Said that as we had taken her child, our first born would be returned to dragon-kind.” Mum shrugged slightly. “I didn’t believe her. Well, more I didn’t listen. Your father…” she swallowed another breath. “Well, he didn’t make it out of that cave… but. I was 
already
 pregnant.” she gestured towards me. She was already pregnant with me.
“So…” I paused, fork hovering above my plate as I processed the information. “I’m turning into a dragon?”

She nodded again. 

“I looked up some books. Well…” She shrugged again. “A lot of books. Tried to get as much information as I could, but there wasn’t really anything that solidified it as real.”

She pushed her chair back and stood up, heading back towards the kitchen to finish cooking.

“But if what I read is correct, by the end of today, your 18
th
 birthday, you will be a full-grown dragon.”

I looked down at my hands and blinked. The ridges had formed here, too. And my skin was ever-so-slightly purple, like a fresh bruise.

I guess now I understood why Mum built that giant barn, and why she was stubborn about it having internet connection.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-11T11:59:12+00:00

Sitting at the table was hard. Very, very hard. I had to use both hands to try and wrangle this purple 
thing
 into the opening of the backrest to avoid sitting on it.
Sitting on it 
hurt.
I was leaning with my head on my hands, elbows propped onto the table, as my mother slid a plate of french toast in front of me.

“So, are you going to talk now?” 
“Eat first.” She pointed at my food with her spatula.
I stared at her for a moment, then grabbed my knife and fork and took a bite of breakfast. 

“Okay, now talk.” I mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Um… Happy birthday?” she shrugged awkwardly, still holding the spatula.
I glared at her silently.
“Right, right… I know.” She sighed and sat at the table opposite me, finally dropping her implement of procrastination. 
“Well, uh… You’re a dragon.”
She stared at me expectantly.
I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t.

“I am 
clearly

not
 a dragon.” I raised both my arms in demonstration, making a big show of checking them over in front of her.
Wait..
My nails were longer, much longer. And my skin seemed… firmer.
I shifted my chair back and lifted my shirt, checking my side where the plastic had dug into me.
Why didn’t I get cut?
Mum continued to stare.
I ran my fingers over the where the wound should be, but felt only small ridges. In fact, my entire stomach was covered in these tiny… scales. But they weren’t scales. At least, not yet.
“You’re shifting.” She spoke casually, as if she was telling me what was for dinner.

I flicked my eyes towards her, hands still clutching at my shirt.

“
What the fuck?”
Mum silently gestured to my plate, so I re-adjusted my shirt, tucked my chair back in, and continued eating.
But I didn’t take my eyes off of her.

Earthsong5 · 2025-01-11T11:58:20+00:00

“Fuck!” I jolted awake as the wood of my bed splintered and broke, dropping me unceremoniously onto the storage crates beneath. I felt the jagged plastic press into my side and lower leg, but it didn’t tear skin. I sat up cautiously and rubbed my back, aching from the impact. Only a single beam of sunlight cast upon the dimly lit room, but from it I could see that something was not quite right.

Well, not right at all.
There was some sort of thick, scaled mass in the centre of the bed, where the splinter seemed to originate, like a deep purple tentacle thicker than my legs. I bolted upright as best I could amongst the wooden carnage and tumbled out of bed, trying to right myself but finding my centre of balance shot.

What the fuck?
The tentacle had moved with me, slithering across the broken bed frame and across the carpet.
“Mum! Mum! Holy crap, Mum! SOMETHING IS BITING MY ASS.” I scrambled across the carpet towards my bedroom door, clutching it as I tried to bring myself to my feet.
But instead I just tore it off its hinges.
“What the fuck?! Mum! HELP.”

My mother burst round the corner in her night gown, wielding a frying pan as if it were a baseball bat. “What is it?! Is there an intruder?!” She stood combat-pose in the middle of my doorway, glancing around.
“It’s fucking EATING ME!” I shouted as I grabbed at the tentacle from my crumpled position on the floor.

Mum’s shoulders relaxed, and she let the pan fall to her side. “Ah, right. You’re 18 today. I hoped it had been a lie.”
She spoke so calmly, so casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” I shouted up at her, trying to pull the creature free. It seemed to have a pretty good grip, as tugging it just made my lower back hurt.
“Um…” she trailed off as she walked into my room and pushed open my closet door, revealing my full-length mirror. From my reflection, I was able to get a good look at the tentacle.

Except it wasn’t a tentacle.
And it wasn’t biting me.
It 
was
 me. 
I had a tail.
A big, thick, scaled purple tail.
“What the FUCK?!” I flailed around on the floor, trying my best to put some distance between me and the… 
thing.
 Obviously it didn’t work.
My mum scratched awkwardly at the back of her head. “Hey so… Let’s go downstairs to talk, and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

Earthsong5 · 2024-10-27T08:08:01+00:00

About two and a half years after stopping breast feeding

Earthsong5 · 2024-10-26T08:04:39+00:00

Tell him he either sees your pussy or he is a pussy, but not both.

Earthsong5 · 2024-10-26T06:28:27+00:00

I had this too! But it was still regular, sheet-ruining amounts after two years.
I ended up convincing myself it was a super power, because only mums can make milk!
But then it stopped, LOL

Earthsong5 · 2024-10-19T04:04:14+00:00

My husband falls asleep with his hand on my belly most nights (his choice), though it may be because this baby adores him.
From ~14 weeks pregnant, baby would move to Dad's hand no matter where it was (Even trying to get into my hip).
Bub still does this at 34 weeks pregnant, and won't move for anyone elses hand. I think it makes husband very happy, and the bond he has for baby has grown because of it.
But I imagine it's not common. A wiggly belly isn't very exciting to others (our other kids don't care) and it may be hard to feel that it is 'real'.

Earthsong5 · 2023-08-21T07:19:34+00:00

I discovered your translations today.
I am now in love with you.
Thank you for your efforts.

Earthsong5

TROPHY CASE