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I don't remember it, but. .
I haven't had an easy life by no means of the word and I know that is true for most people. I was still struggling when I came to the Guild and up until about two years ago if you want a more specific time frame. Between my mother's affairs, the drugs that my parents did, the constant moves and verbal abuse, a myriad of illnesses and being subjected to what my psychiatrist/therapist has seen as 'inhumane' conditions, I still think that the hardest thing I've ever done is something that I don't even remember.
It happened when I was four, so it was around 2002 or 2003.
When I was four years old, I was intelligent enough to see that I was being subjected to abuse by my scumbag biological father who should not be allowed to roam this Earth (and still does as far as I know). At this time in my young life, my biological mother had suffered physical abuse from him and divorced him, but my sister and I were still forced to see him. That was until - so the story goes according to my family members - I spit in my biological scumbag father's face and told him that he wasn't my father anymore.
This was a big deal.
This was a big deal.
He was physically abusive to my mother and had chased my older sister with a hot frying pan, but what my mother (and the rest of my family) didn't know was that my biological scumbag father was sexually abusing my sister and I with threats of killing of us if we ever told anyone. And I did. I told everyone. I told the police who did not believe me and a detective who did. According to my mother, I was seen by various doctors, detectives, and lawyers until the case could be proven. It was proven and we won. At the age of four, I got justice for myself, my older sister, and other innocent children that my biological scumbag father targeted including his own younger brother, my uncle.
As of 2014, my biological scumbag father was released from prison and I did come into close proximity with him once since then. It was then that I discovered that my grandparents forgave him and allowed him access to the house that I was staying in while they were on vacation (I did live with them at the time). The bastards even bailed him out and tried to bribe a younger me to forgive him. As if. I don't know if I can ever truly forgive my grandparents for this betrayal, but at least I'm civil with them and they can hopefully be at peace with the fact that I don't completely hate them. For now.
It's weird to see how something I don't even remember is the "hardest thing that I've ever done", but it really shaped my life, I guess. I still have nightmares from time to time where nobody believed me and my biological scumbag father did kill me. I still have the fear that he is targeting my sister who does live with my grandparents. I'm still on medication for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the amount of stuff that he and the rest of my family had put me through for the first seventeen years of my life (I'm nineteen now - I've been free of it for about two years), but at least this story has a happy ending.
About two years ago, I moved in with the uncle that was mentioned previously and his wife, my aunt, who is a therapist. They have accepted me as an adoptee along with their two rescue doggos from Georgia. I no longer live in the state that I was born and mostly raised (New Jersey) in, where my biological scumbag father has been ordered to remain by court orders.
And if he ever does come here, to Massachusetts, then I will personally kick his ass.
It happened when I was four, so it was around 2002 or 2003.
When I was four years old, I was intelligent enough to see that I was being subjected to abuse by my scumbag biological father who should not be allowed to roam this Earth (and still does as far as I know). At this time in my young life, my biological mother had suffered physical abuse from him and divorced him, but my sister and I were still forced to see him. That was until - so the story goes according to my family members - I spit in my biological scumbag father's face and told him that he wasn't my father anymore.
This was a big deal.
This was a big deal.
He was physically abusive to my mother and had chased my older sister with a hot frying pan, but what my mother (and the rest of my family) didn't know was that my biological scumbag father was sexually abusing my sister and I with threats of killing of us if we ever told anyone. And I did. I told everyone. I told the police who did not believe me and a detective who did. According to my mother, I was seen by various doctors, detectives, and lawyers until the case could be proven. It was proven and we won. At the age of four, I got justice for myself, my older sister, and other innocent children that my biological scumbag father targeted including his own younger brother, my uncle.
As of 2014, my biological scumbag father was released from prison and I did come into close proximity with him once since then. It was then that I discovered that my grandparents forgave him and allowed him access to the house that I was staying in while they were on vacation (I did live with them at the time). The bastards even bailed him out and tried to bribe a younger me to forgive him. As if. I don't know if I can ever truly forgive my grandparents for this betrayal, but at least I'm civil with them and they can hopefully be at peace with the fact that I don't completely hate them. For now.
It's weird to see how something I don't even remember is the "hardest thing that I've ever done", but it really shaped my life, I guess. I still have nightmares from time to time where nobody believed me and my biological scumbag father did kill me. I still have the fear that he is targeting my sister who does live with my grandparents. I'm still on medication for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the amount of stuff that he and the rest of my family had put me through for the first seventeen years of my life (I'm nineteen now - I've been free of it for about two years), but at least this story has a happy ending.
About two years ago, I moved in with the uncle that was mentioned previously and his wife, my aunt, who is a therapist. They have accepted me as an adoptee along with their two rescue doggos from Georgia. I no longer live in the state that I was born and mostly raised (New Jersey) in, where my biological scumbag father has been ordered to remain by court orders.
And if he ever does come here, to Massachusetts, then I will personally kick his ass.
