My younger daughter, who is deaf and was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and I had a fight - a bad one - and she wants me to know she is moving out and back in with her father. After all, he doesn't have a problem with her working at a gas station.

~ After all that! Why did I bother? ~

At this time I wish to thank:

The Children’s Aid Society

Who, upon setting foot in our home, proceeded to destroy my daughters and myself and for forcing a wonderful mother (me) to the welfare rolls and thoughts of suicide.

May God Strike You All Dead!

Many crooked Lawyers (aren’t they all) who I went to for help but who dug my grave instead.

It’s their area of expertise.

May God Strike You All Dead!

The Judges at the Newmarket Courthouse (an all women world).
If not for their wisdom (who are they kidding) my children and I would not have ended up on the welfare rolls.

May God Strike You All Dead!

To all those wonderful doctors out there, somewhere, none of which are caring for my childrens’ medical issues or mine.

Where do I find one?

I really think at the root of this was that problem I had in my old neighborhood over a decade ago which forced me to file a complaint against the Jews in the neighborhood who were harassing me and many others in the neighborhood and they’re never going to let me forget it.

What was I thinking? After all, according to them, they own my soul. Couldn’t I have shut up! How stupid was I to think the Police would send help? In my dreams!

All this trouble because my daughter developed a terminal illness (according to the doctors) and I kept her home from school.

Oh! What a wonderful world!

So, a few days pass and she calls to tell me she's coming by to pick up her belongings. I tell her to wait until the weekend. But instead she comes by anyway, escorted by two Police Officers who watch while she collects her belongings, and when I ask her where she is going she won't tell me. I don't have to know. She's over 18 and can go wherever she wants.

To think the Police Force supports this behaviour. What if she ends up dead somewhere? What do they care?

I call and leave messages on her cell phone that I'm paying for and she doesn't return my calls. I call my ex-husband and he doesn't return my calls either. It takes my family of lawyers, teachers and a police officer to make sure their cousin (me) and her children fall to the bottom of the heap. No, lets add to that all those lawyers who I went to for advice who wouldn't have it any other way.

So, now ... what's the best way for me to commit suicide? Where can I get enough drugs to do the job? I'll do it for them. Just because they want me to!