I can't even talk/post anything about my past without worrying about it being found by my family and being told to take it down because "it upsets the abuser"! I fking hate this family besides the babies-young adults in the family, They're safe.
I don't know why but it makes me feel so much raged.
A girl, who didn't touch drugs or booze, who tried and struggled with school to graduate...and yet has the most strictest, stupidest rules for no reason other than her family members are abusive narcissists that let the other cousins/siblings run wild!
That girl was me and that was my life before I moved out.
YOU ARE READING
My Story.
Non-FictionMy life story. Heavy swearing, abuse, mentions drugs, force mental hospital trauma and trauma in general. All true, all live. Pop Pop I'm not taking this down people need to know. You supported it and you're paying for this too.
