Vanna Vorbach
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Bootsie Chose Me
About three to four years ago, my then-husband had told me about something that kind of freaked him out from the night before. He had been outside smoking a cigarette and he noticed a few of the neighbors looking into the local community dumpster bin with a flashlight. He thought maybe they had thrown something in there and were trying to locate it before the city came to empty it the following morning. He said they had been looking for about ten minutes before, I'm assuming, they gave up. So, of course, this peaked his curiosity and he waited until they had gone back inside their house. He started to walk towards the dumpster and all of a sudden he said he heard a faint cry. He said it sounded like a kitten crying for his momma. So, he went back to the house and got his flashlight and went back to the dumpster. He said he heard the kitten cry a few more times, but he could not seem to pinpoint where it was coming from. So, like the neighbors, he gave up and went back inside.
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in Petlife
A Snowball in Texas
Almost a year ago, my best friend from high school messaged me one day asking if I knew anyone who would want to adopt a kitten or two. She sent me a picture of this teeny tiny little white ball of fur, along with his 3 siblings who were all orange. Quite strange how a momma cat who was all orange and the daddy was all orange, too, could have a litter of 4 kittens and one comes out all white. Who knew? Well, I showed the pictures of the kittens to my mom and she said she wished she could take another one in to join the crowd of her eleven cats. I told my best friend that I wanted the white one. But I didn't know how my then-husband would react since he wasn't really a cat lover. When I showed him the picture of the litter, he immediately said he wanted the white one, too. So, it was settled. I let my best friend know that we wanted the white one. A few other people had wanted him, too, but she said she would give him to me if I was serious about adopting him. I told her I wouldn't change my mind for the world. I've always wanted a white cat that I could name Snowball. Over the previous ten or so years, we had fed some all white cats who we named Snowball, but they were never really ours.
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in Petlife
Good Deeds
With the ongoing pandemic, many of us are left to tightening our budget and limiting what we would normally not think twice about buying. But what about those people who are homeless and have no way of getting life's necessities. What if we went out of our way to help someone less fortunate than us, even if we were low on funds ourselves?
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in Humans
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, I want to thank you for bringing this country to an all-time low. Other countries are probably laughing their butts off at the embarrassment of having you as our president for four LONG years. How do we as a country expect other countries to take us seriously when our President has made a fool of himself and our country? Despite the number of supporters you have, obviously the majority of the Americans have spoken and you will no longer be in office. Thank God for small miracles. I honestly don't think I could take another four years of your shenanigans. Every time I turned on the news, it was always something that you had either said or done that made me want to gag. I had registered to vote for the first time so I could vote against you and vote for newly-elected President Joe Biden. Unfortuntaly, I was unable to get my voter card in time, but thanks to my fellow American's who haven't fallen victim to your line of lies and psychiatric tendencies, I still got the outcome of the election that I wanted. But before you leave office, there are a few things I think you should know.
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in The Swamp
Time For ME
My life has been nothing but a roller-coaster ride. From almost passing away as an infant, to recently leaving my abusive husband. I had meningitis at 15 years old. I had at least 4 surgeries to correct the hearing in my left ear (which never happened). As I've gotten older, I've been diagnosed as bi-polar, severe anxiety and depression. I had braces as an early teenager only to have most of my baby and adult teeth extracted when I got older due to them cracking and breaking from the medications I had been put on to control my mental health. For years and years, I suffered from horrible menstrual cycles to the point where I took myself to the emergency room because I had lost so much blood. Always tired and not feeling any energy led me to Texas Oncology where I have been diagnosed as having severe anemia, b12 and iron deficiencies. I've had to have 2 iron infusions as well as one iron in-fed. I get b12 shots every month. And my levels are still not normal. I even got a bone marrow biopsy to see if I possibly had lupus. Thankfully, the test came back negative. So, what do I have? I have an auto-immune disorder and Chronic Kidney Disease Stage 2. All while this is going on, my husband kept pushing me and pushing me to do things I didn't want to do. Like be around people. I have my days where I just don't want to deal with anyone. It's not that I don't like them, it's just how I take a step back to let my mind clear. I love to listen to music. He would get mad cause I didn't want to watch T.V. with him. T.V. was not my thing, unless it was America's Funniest Home Videos. On top of that mess, my dad has Alzheimer's Disease and was living in a veteran's home near us, but he had to be transferred to another facility upstate. It takes almost 4 hours to go visit him. And usually after about a half hour or so, he's ready for us to go cause he is tired. He is actually my step-dad, since my biological father left me and my mom when I was 3 and wasn't really a part of my life until after I had turned 21. So all my life I felt unwanted and unloved even though my "dad" treated me and loved me as if I was his blood daughter. So I grew up with a lot of hatred and resentment towards men. How could my biological father not want me? If my own father didn't want me, why would any other man want me as I got older? I was physically and mentally abused by one of my ex-boyfriends who was an alcoholic and addicted to drugs. I was with him for four years until he landed in jail again, and I left while he was locked up. My next boyfriend is someone I met while attending day-therapy for my mental health. He was also an alcoholic, and I should have known better than to hook up with someone who's in the same predicament I was in mentally. We moved to Texas from New York State to live closer to my mom and try to save our relationship, but it did not work. We got him a bus ticket back to NYS and I tried to move on with my life. About a year later, I met my now-husband. He was great at first, as they all are. He was an alcoholic too, but he made me laugh and I felt protected when he was sober. It was only after he did 6 months in jail for child support that he got worse. He would yell at me for stupid little things. He would pick on me for everything I did. If I tried to cook dinner, he would tell me what to do as if I had no clue what I was doing. He had a rough life also having lost his dad at a young age to suicide. He harbored anger issues too. I tried and tried so hard to keep the peace and married him in the hopes that he would realize I wasn't the enemy anymore. That lasted just 2 years. About two months ago, he was on a drunken rage, smashing his forehead against the shower doors and threatening me. I finally had had enough. While he was on the toilet throwing a temper tantrum, I thought quick and decided I wanted out. Bad. So I grabbed and stuffed my 4 cats into two carriers and left. About a half hour later, he calls me asking me why I left and that he didn't know what he had done. Sadly, years and years of the same stuff built up to the point where I knew if I didn't take this chance to leave, I never would. Or he wouldn't let me. I went to my mom's house that night and I have not gone back. Suddenly he realizes he can't live without me and wants to do anything I tell him to. I told him to be there for his daughter and granddaughter. He threatens to kill himself. I told him that is selfish. I tried and tried for many years to try and make our relationship work. But I was left feeling empty inside and not good enough for him and maybe that's why he always got mad at me. No. It was not me. It was him. This whole time. I, to a certain level, do love him, but I can't tolerate any more of the abuse. It has not been easy on me either to leave him. After all, I married him. I broke down crying on the way to work last week because I felt bad for leaving him, like my father left me. But I had to finally say enough is enough. And it was hard. I don't like hurting people. That's not my nature. But that night he had his tantrum, I had never felt so much fear in my life. So now, it's my turn to be happy. I deserve it.
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in Humans
