It wasn't until I was older, grown and out of my mother's house that I learned that behind the scenes was much more tumultuous than I was aware... not a big shocker considering I believe all kids learn something about their parents after being grown that surprises them. Anyway, I learned that not only was I fucked from that unholy union but so was my mother... obviously not the way I was but fucked nonetheless. She spent years rebuilding her financial reputation and when I look back now I realize that her financial ruin was the crux of my mental, emotional, and physical ruin. By keeping my mother stressed and working overtime made it possible for my sister and I to become IT's victims. I don't see myself as a victim now but as a survivor, unfortunately when I was living that hell I was a victim. I was a child, my only option was to live it and pray for redemption. And boy did I. Faithfully, I attended church, Sunday school and was even a Missionette, hoping and praying for God to save me...
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RandomThe ramblings and reminiscence of a thirty year old woman wondering what her life is coming to, how it got there, and where she hopes it will go. Most likely not in chronological order and with no regard for personal reputation (other than changing...
