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Who i was.. before...
Publicado:8 Maio 2018 3:35 pm
Última Atualização:21 Agosto 2018 8:49 am
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Its been a few days since i started this blog.. but nothing has really changed.. apart from the calendar...
Who was i before this?
I know i might bore you with this, but its also for my own benefit that i write this.. as i explained in the first post.
Anyhow, i'll just do it keyword-style.
Born in 177 in a small town not far from Washington DC.
Raised by my parents, my father having a very similar job as my husband(soon to be ex).
Moved around a lot, lived much of my childhood and youth abroad.
Had a rough period in my teens due to a "babysitter" misjudging his responsibility for me.
Met my husband on an event my father took us to..
Married at the age of 22.
First child at 23, a girl, born in Madrid
Second child at 25, a boy, born in Moow.
Tried to be a good mother and wife during their upbringing, and think i secceeded in that.. or at least i thought so.. until recently.
Until some time after my daughter ran away.
Living in Norway, we weren't too alarmed at first.. later, when we got the impression she was travelling around in europe together with of her female friends from hool.. wer were a little more concerned, but also somewhat relieved.. youthly rebellion. She would come home soon..
But i realized that i had to have failed somewhere in my upbringing of her.. She wouldnt do that, not her.. yet she did...
Still.. i was to be a lot more shocked at what she was really up to....
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Me... AKA Fuckmeat
Publicado:30 Abril 2018 12:17 pm
Última Atualização:21 Agosto 2018 8:51 am
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I'm not sure why i do this, but before i came to these guys, i used to write a diary.. something i obviously havent done since the first day of my new life...

But i'm thinking - i dont know when and if i get out of this.. want to get out of this... and i can obviously not write a diary here where i physically remains.. so maybe this is the place to put into words what happens .. has happened and will happen to me.

maybe one day i will get out of here.. and maybe i want to be able to look back at it to see how it was.. how it happened.

Bear over with me if any of the chapters seems abruptly ended.. it might be because i'm forced to stop due to being used, but in such case i will try to continue when they allow me online again.

Who am i? or who was i?
My name is obviously Veronica.. last name is no need to disclose here.
i'm 41 years old at the time i write this, and i'm a fuckmeat.

I used to be a happy housewife with a husband and kids, a safe home, albeit a repeatedly changing home as my husbands work brought us all over the world.
Until it all seems to stop here in Norway, this small country that almost nobody in my home country has heard about.. at least not many in my network. My former network!

I will reveal later what happened, but i need to say already now that all that has happened to me is my own fault.. there is not anyone else than myself to blame for it.
I dont need to be rescued, i dont deserve to be rescued, and there is nothing left out in the real life for me to flee to.. No family, no friends, no job, no relatives.. not close relatives anyway.
I get what i deserve here period!
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