A Faithful Type of Love

The reason why I've been so inactive lately

Basically, because of truancy, I was put into my brother's house, with his fiance, (now they won't read these, cause they don't care for reading like at all, so ima put the truth up here, and no I'm seriously not lying) within the first week, at my brother's who I'll call Liam's (not his real name no real names with be included due to privacy reasons), house, Liam's fiance of whom I'll call Rebecca, started treating me like a slave, she forced me to clean 'my messes' literally everything I had brought with me, was put away and cleaned, I get at least doing the dishes for a chore, keep in mind my parents never had me do chores mostly because my mom was never there to teach me how to do them properly. She discriminated my hairstyle, called me 'fatass' (keep in mind I started living with him, already having depression, she's also like bigger than me as well like way bigger) making my depression worse, she had to 'teach me how to eat properly' I couldn't have my friends over because I knew she would yell at them as well. She had me do practically every little thing, (I don't really care if you know who you are and you ARE reading this, I'm allowed to talk about my feelings) I felt like a slave, I couldn't cry because, then she would say, 'There's no need for the tears'. They talked shit about my parents, in front of me, they made me do and say things I didn't wanna do, once I was able to go home again, I was so happy, but, I still couldn't will myself to go to school, during that one week I was home, the judge sent me back to my brothers. I was treated like the slave again, they would leave me home alone, while they went out to have fun in Mass, and had me clean the house, and take care of the cats, at the end of 6th grade I was supposed to go home, but, the first day of summer my mom showed up at my brothers, and told us that we had gotten evicted from our house at the time,(would've taken care of the cats anyway, I love animals), once 7th grade came around the corner, one night I wanted to go to bed early, to get into a routine again, I went to bed around 10 (forgot to mention I was also in counseling the 2nd time I had to live with my brother) and then a little bit past midnight, Rebecca came up woke me up, started yelling at me to do the cat box saying things like 'I told you to do the cat box, why isn't it done?!' but she never told me to do that, and she had 2 of her friends staying over for the night, then they pulled me outside, onto the porch to talk, with the 2 friends they had over, like it was their buissness this went on until around 2 AM then they continued having me clean the house, until around 4 AM, while my brother was in his room, trying to sober up. I went to my Grammys for a couple of nights where my mom was staying as well, I kept on postponing me going back by staying another night, eventually it came down to one night, around midnight or one when my brother called my Grammys house phone, my grammy was asleep so my mom went to answer it, I was still awake on my phone talking with my mom, when he called, he said he wanted my mom to bring me back to do my chores, It's only common sense for someone else to do them while the person who they respectfully (or not respectfully they could be forced on cleaning) is away, right? GUESS THE FUCK NOT. My mom said, no and that she had already taken her medicine, so my brother hung up and started texting me saying, 'get your stuff ready I'm coming to pick you up, so you can do your chores.' I flipped I went all out on him, and eventually, he kicked me out. With some exchanged words between my mom and Liam, he took me back in, again I was treated like a slave, the cats Punk and Buddy, keep in mind who are kittens, got fleas so Rebecca locked them in the bathroom, with they're food and water, she would yell at them for they're cries to be let out to receive attention. I felt so bad for them, my 'brother' and rebecca neglected the cats, and they still do, they can barely afford cats, and ever since rebecca found out Buddy was a girl, she's been neglecting her even more so now. But, I'm no longer living with them, and I'm back with my parents, I never wanna go back, but, I do for the cats, and every time I do, rebecca sometimes yells at me.

That's the reason why I've been so inactive lately towards this book, I've felt so discouraged to write stuff that has to do with abuse, and neglect because of that reason.