My moms chocolate cake is to die for!!!

Mom's recipe was the perfect thing to share with my coworkers. When I was younger she would always make this really, really good, and I do mean really good chocolate cake. Mostly for my birthdays but also for certain occasions sometimes when I was feeling sad and other times for special events when she needed to make a quick dessert. When I say sad I do mean it. When I was younger I would get bullied and also my child was racked with many tragedies. Some typical almost cliche sounding stuff such as my father abandoning me and my mom, him proving he didn’t care about either one of us, affected me in a horrible way. Then a year later my grandfather who I had a close relationship with, passed away. This was a crushing blow that sent me into a deep depression, being bullied on top of that definitely didn’t help.

To be clear, all of this was happening during my formative years, more 12-14. Now there was a lot going on and even if my mom didn’t know how to help me all the time, she at least was there to listen and try. To this day I am truly grateful to her and her chocolate cakes. She's the reason I never gave up, she was always there when I was at my lowest and i was even happy when she married my step dad. Truly it warmed my heart when she became truly happy.

The other thing I am grateful for is how she taught me how to cook. Especially when she gave me her chocolate cake recipe. Knowing it allowed me the opprotunity to share it with co-workers as I said earlier. My co-workers definitely earned it, especially after the last few years we all spent together, like with how they talked behind my back. Nothing good was said mind you, no not all. Don’t get me wrong, I'm grateful that I needed to lose weight, or acknowledging that I'm an idiot or that I don't know what I'm doing. Even though I have tons of experience and they’re just jealous they are not in my position but the criticism is “great” to hear.

Oh and let's not forget my boss. What a swell guy he is, giving me extra work on top of extra work to test me and my abilities cause he knows i love a challenge and that i love staying late in the office even if there are other things i’d rather be doing. Lets also not forget his secretary who dumps her work on top of all my extra work and talks down to me like i’m a dog but hey it's all in good fun right? Even though shes more useless than a bag of dirt in the middle of a dry desert and the only reason the boss keeps her around is because she does “favors” for him but hey who am i to judge right? This isn’t to mention the other myriad of issues I run into in the workplace with everyone around.me acting like selfish assholes or petty “friends” but hey what right do i have to complain right?

But that's okay. Actually no it's not. It's not okay and I'm tired of pretending it is.

The last straw happened when a certain someone did something so heinous to me and humiliated me to such a degree, that it forced me to walk out of the building in shame. What made it even worse is how they just made me feel so low and told me how nobody in that workplace would care or believe me if I said anything. So I am thanking all my coworkers with this cake.

One great thing my mother taught me was to always put my own spin on a recipe, whether it be a spice or something insane like nuts. So I put my own spin on her chocolate cake recipe. I was so happy to see how everyone noticed my amazing ingredient, in fact they loved it so much it made them cry. Wait, that may have been because they were choking from the poison that was entering their system. The looks on their faces as they were just begging me for help, I smiled and laughed at this. Of course I mean what else would you do to the people who made your life a living hell?

Does that seem a bit evil and sadistic? Well maybe so, but let me ask you. How much can you possibly take before you say enough is enough? Do you truly know? Ponder that while I finish my tale.

You may be asking 'why are you telling us all of this?’ I'm glad you asked. First off no one will link me to this, there is no evidence of any of my wrong doings, hell there isn’t any evidence that i even showed up to work. For all anyone knows I was out sick while the building burnt down to ash. Second off it feels cathartic to get all of that out and to tell my story. To tell all of you my tale and to let off some steam of the abuse that was thrown my way.

Now there is some fantastic news to add on to all of this. I’ve already got a new job!! This is truly a great start to an already fantastic week. Let’s just hope there's not a repeat of the previous incident. That was a lot of work and I'd truly hate to make examples of anyone else.