Traumatic trip, before we flew out to Florida. I took a pregnancy test result positive. What a nightmare. I didn't tell wart. Ashamed to know I was pregnant. Flight bumpy, pilot's first landing made everyone paranoid. I hate flying as it stands. We arrive stay at a crappy hotel, and essentially wait for his grand parents to retrieve us. Disney World shit before we walk into joint. Bags, purses, and metal detectors oh my. Lost site of wart, a trend in our history. He disappeared for 45 minutes to hour. I don't know how he found me, but consider time, space, and size at the Magical Kingdom of Disney. What I remember most about Disney fireworks display. I am viewed as a stereo typical money grubbing whore who has taken advantage of grandson/son. I felt as if I interrupted party. Grandma X wanted to be oriental, and would have done anything to be oriental. I looked at windows, “Does Grandma X have any comprehension to ignorant self?” Grandma X basically told me she's happy to be furniture. Grandma Y informed me, I'm a blood sucking vampire whore, and I should be ashamed of myself. This was all taking place while wart rushed to ER for a ear infection. I told her, I'll be at the nearest hotel, Grandma Y calmed down real fast. On X-mas day I miscarried, a sense of relief came over me then depression. I couldn't wait to leave.