Rylee Harrison

Where do I start?

I don't exactly know what prompted me to write this. Maybe I thought it could be useful to someone else in my situation. Maybe I just wanted to get it out of my own mind for a while.. I suppose I should start here. My name is Rylee Harrison. I'm 23 years old, Living in an apartment alone as of now. It wasn't always this way. I recently broke up with my boyfriend, Brick. I won't go into too much detail, but after returning home from a friend's party, it was clear he'd had a few too many to drink. This wasn't unusual. But, this time, he was more aggressive. This led to him picking a fight with me, and eventually leading to him punching me to the ground. This wasn't the first time he'd laid a hand on me, and God knows why I stayed with him after the first dozen times. But this was the furthest he'd ever taken it. And this time, he managed to trigger a schizophrenic episode. I kicked him out after this. This was around a week ago, but it still stings. 
in a way, my situation sorta reminds me of someone else's. Someone I'd rather forget completely.
changed my surname once I left home, so I didn't have to associate myself with a majority of my family. These days, I only stay in contact with my siblings. I don't even speak to my father anymore. Not that I did very often, if at all in the first place. And as for my "mother", who I no longer refer to as a parent.... I may speak to my father again one day, but I will never speak to Jennette Hay's again. I cut her out of my life the first chance I got, and I have no regrets. Jennette was an abusive, narcissistic alcoholic home wrecker, who, was vile up to the day I last saw her. How someone could intentionally abandon and neglect her children is still beyond me. It might be a good idea to start at the root of the issue.
It started on her 20th birthday. She met a guy, my father, Tristan Olvera. The poor man had no idea what he was getting himself into. She never loved him. She never loved anyone but herself. She used him for her own sick pleasures. Her own selfishness resulted in Annie, Adalyn, and me. But apparently, ruining his life wasn't enough. She just had to go on and make the same god dam mistakes. Another five times. In the end, she left dad, and took us with her. Hence the reason why we never met him until we were 17. Honestly, I wish she had of left us with him. Maybe I wouldn't be as fucked up as I am now. Maybe Annie could have reached her goal and made it to collage. Maybe we'd all be alright. Jennette brought home countless men over the years, none of which lasted longer than a few months. My earliest childhood memories involve Jennette coming home plastered with some random guy. And completely neglecting us. My sister's and I practically raised ourselves. When she wasn't off hooking up with random guys, she was berating and abusing us. Most of the time, she was wasted, so she hardly ever remembered what she had done. And whenever she was sober, she would simply ignore us. It wasn't until we were six, that she met, who I can only describe as pure evil. Rico Belanger was his name. I wish I didn't have to remember it. From the moment I met him, I could just tell something was off. He honestly scared me. But who could I have told? it's not like Jennette gave a crap. Annie made the mistake of attempting to warn her. She went to school the next day black and blue. Jennette was so blinded by her own selfishness, that she failed to see who he truly was. He a was self-centered, narcissistic, manipulative, egotistical piece of shit. A truly disgusting man. 

I would have thought she would have some sense to leave him when he began to abuse her in the ways she abused us. I still cannot wrap my head around why she didn't. She stayed. She stayed and couldn't have cared less when he began to abuse us. Especially Adalyn. I Mean, how could someone beat the fuck out of a six-year-old, and laugh about it?? how could someone stand around and WATCH their child take a beating, and then have the audacity to tell them it's their fault?? It still makes me sick, after so many years. even after Jennette fell pregnant again, she stayed. The number of times she told my younger sister, Angelina, that it was her fault, blamed her for the breakup still infuriate me.  The breakup DID eventually happen, after he was arrested for putting Angelina in the hospital at two weeks old. Unfortunately, this did nothing to change Jennette. She still neglected us. and left Angelina in our care. She would still drink. Still continued to bring men home. And it continued like this for years. Seven years, and she still couldn't be a decent human. She never even tried to raise Angelina. It was all left to us. As I got older, I became more resentful and bitter towards Jennette. Which resulted in more beatings and berating. It became a relentless cycle.