Happy Birthday to you….

My youngest son left, me an my birthday boy today….

After 36 hours of labor, the first kid came into the world… The 2nd kid was a 10 month pregnancy… Needless to say, no more kids after him…

52 and 49 yrs old now and I keep asking where the time went, when reality, we were all living our lives free of a police state…

Not so sure we aren’t a police state now, with christians hell bent on all of us being mentally insane to believe a god of rape is special, a special kind of stupid believes those myths because vagina ownership has more value than freedom does🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Today, my attitude is very sour and very combative…

It is called too little sleep and too much brain activity when sleep was the order of the night…

Wished my brat happy birthday early this morning, since he was born early morning…

Have a wonderful day…

I remember childbirth was easier than passing gall stones🥴😘🤣🙄

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About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

This is my story of survival…