Insanity Descent

My Entire Life Story

Prepare to be here for a LONG time. I may accidentally leave out or forget some events since there's just too many, but I'll try not to. I might also leave out smaller events on purpose for the sake of time.

All names here are completely changed to protect these people's identities and are just random names that don't mean anything to me.

With that, let's get started...

I'm gonna actually start with a short story that happened before I was even born.

My mom was always telling my dad she wanted a third kid, but my dad told her it maybe wasn't a good idea since they already had two kids and were kind of tight on money as it was. But lo and behold, my mom got pregnant with her third child, me.

When she found out she got really pissed off and ran off either to a bar or her friend's, I forget, but she drunk herself into oblivion. At this point she was maybe a month pregnant with me. Apparently the cops had to be called and my dad basically had to carry my mom home, not literally but metaphorically.

A while later she was talking about how having a third child was such a wonderful idea, only to change her mind days later and do crazy shit to either try to hurt me or terminate me. Well, I'm here.

Interestingly enough, the doctor that helped deliver my brother, sister, and I went on vacation to a foreign country {I know what the country is but I'm obscuring it for privacy} and he's been missing ever since.

Anyways, to when I was actually born.

When I was 2 or 3, my mom and dad got divorced after having been married for 14 years. The decision was honestly for the best because my mom was a terrible person. Not only did she have a history of drug abuse but she also had a history of abusing others!

I still remember the day my mom walked into the kitchen and asked me if I wanted to help her kill my dad. I didn't know what kill meant at that time but I could tell her intentions weren't good so I said I didn't want to, and later told my dad that mom wanted to kill him. I have no idea what happened after that.

They often yelled at each other though, so once she was gone and the house was peaceful it was nice. My brother was a jerk sometimes but it was just normal older brother stuff, nothing I couldn't handle. Especially because as a little girl I was basically an angel, I didn't even raise my voice if I was angry. It was basically impossible to piss me off but if I somehow got infuriated the worst that'd happen was a small grunt of frustration. So, that made it really easy to deal with anything.

My dad taught me about the Bible like it was fact instead of explaining it was religion, so for the first few years of my life I thought everything in the Bible was proven fact. Yes, a lot of historical events depicted in the Bible are proven to have actually happened, though a lot of the Bible is also just religious stuff, and my dad focused only on the religion part.

The first word of my mom again came up when I was 4 or 5. She wanted to have joint custody of my brother, sister, and I. She fought in court and the case was settled by a very odd division of time. Every other week, switching on Sundays at 6 PM, we'd be at either mom's or dad's house. One week with mom, one week with dad.

Most court orders have a custodial parent who does most of the parenting, and then usually every other weekend the kids will visit the other parent. That obviously didn't happen in my case and I'm not sure why, but it doesn't matter.

My mom's place was hell on Earth. She was very abusive to all of us in several different ways. First of all, she often physically hit us, sometimes repeatedly. Slaps to the face were most common, though if she really got mad she'd find another body part to hit. One instance in particular I remember was when she punched me in the back over and over like I was a punching bag. My grandma {mom's side} told her to stop but didn't actually make any move to do it, and my mom laughed it off with her.