The story at 14:19, I could have wrote that one myself because that was my childhood plus some extra helpings of sh-t. My mom and her impossibly stupid choices in life, my god. Some people shrink in on themselves, try to hide. They have a flight response to traumatic experiences. They make themselves disappear. Not me. It turned me into the dam- devil when I experience trauma. I’m no damsel in distress, I’m a dragon in a dress. I’m allllll fight response. It had me driving down to save my mom with my shiny new driver’s license from her abusive two time felon wife beating boyfriend (dude tried to hit his ex wife with a truck on the main road in front of everyone for daring to leave him, for, you guessed it, BEATING her constantly. She was tiny like a twig and he knocked her up with twins and then beat her. So what did my stupid azz mother do???? She decided to DATE him. (She’s certainly not winning any Darwin Awards for survival instincts). When she told me I was like “Are you KIDDING me??? You know who and what he is! Everyone does! Why don’t you just grab a marker and write “beat me” on your forehead and get it over with??? Save time.” She dated him anyway and it ended like you’d expect it would. The middle had me having to get between them to protect her because she was my only parent and only relative, really. She was all I had, sad as that is. The rest of her family gave up on her because she’s such train wreck of a person-and is truly not redeemable no matter how hard anyone tries. Anyway back to the saving-he was beating her up in a bar and everyone was too afraid of him to help her. Being an ex con who enjoys beating people and all. I snuck her out and took her home and then drove back to the bar. I stomped in (as a 16 year old girl) and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to face me and I punched him in the face as hard as my teen girl arm could manage. Then I screamed “stop hitting my mom!” And then left. He came home immediately and shoved me around and I fought back as best as I could. I stormed into my room and my mom followed me in and I slammed the door and locked it. Then called the police on him while she cried and begged me not to. I did it anyway and had him arrested. She lied for him and got him out. So I had enough and decided to run away and stay gone. Leave her to it. To her own poor choices in life. I couch surfed with friends until graduation. He repaid her love by knocking all her front teeth out of her head and almost choking her to death. She had hematomas in her eyes like strangulation victims do when they are found murdered. THAT’S how close she came to dying for “love”. No honey-that isn’t “love”. Period, end of story. Someone who loves you at LEAST values your dam- life. He went to prison again and I wrote him hate mail while he was in there 😂. I almost wanted him to come after me when he got out but he never did. I was ready if he did, the old fashioned “American” way 😂. She and I were never the same, it pretty much ended right there. She recovered but I never forgot or forgave that she close that piece of sh-t over my safety and well being, or her OWN for that matter. No thank you, that would never be me in a million years. I spent my last year of high school depending on the kindness of other people’s parents for a roof over my head and food in my belly. I tried to earn my keep by helping extensively around their houses. I felt like a burden. I could never repay that kindness and it sucks that they even had to. I wasn’t anyone else’s responsibility but mom’s. Her life sucks to this day because she never got any smarter or did any better for herself. Mine is great to be honest, it’s a million times better than hers ever was because I certainly wasn’t going to let history repeat itself with me. I watched her wreck things for both of us time and time again. I learned from her mistakes even if she didn’t. I married my very good decent kind hard working high school sweetheart and he got us a place just as soon as he could so that we had a home together. He’s the kind of old school gentleman that you rarely see these days. He’s so good to me. I return the favor always. We’re in our forties now and our last baby is about to leave our very safe loving home. We have had an amazing life and a happy family free from drama and pain. I honestly think that my mom hates me because I got everything that she ever wanted and could have had if she didn’t make such poor choices in life. Good men have loved her and she took them for granted and left. Left for terrible abusive partners who treat her like garbage. That’s on her for not appreciating the good ones who would have done anything for her. If there wasn’t drama and abusive behavior then she was bored. If that isn’t stupid as hell then I don’t know what is.
The story at 14:19, I could have wrote that one myself because that was my childhood plus some extra helpings of sh-t. My mom and her impossibly stupid choices in life, my god. Some people shrink in on themselves, try to hide. They have a flight response to traumatic experiences. They make themselves disappear. Not me. It turned me into the dam- devil when I experience trauma. I’m no damsel in distress, I’m a dragon in a dress. I’m allllll fight response. It had me driving down to save my mom with my shiny new driver’s license from her abusive two time felon wife beating boyfriend (dude tried to hit his ex wife with a truck on the main road in front of everyone for daring to leave him, for, you guessed it, BEATING her constantly. She was tiny like a twig and he knocked her up with twins and then beat her. So what did my stupid azz mother do???? She decided to DATE him. (She’s certainly not winning any Darwin Awards for survival instincts). When she told me I was like “Are you KIDDING me??? You know who and what he is! Everyone does! Why don’t you just grab a marker and write “beat me” on your forehead and get it over with??? Save time.” She dated him anyway and it ended like you’d expect it would. The middle had me having to get between them to protect her because she was my only parent and only relative, really. She was all I had, sad as that is. The rest of her family gave up on her because she’s such train wreck of a person-and is truly not redeemable no matter how hard anyone tries. Anyway back to the saving-he was beating her up in a bar and everyone was too afraid of him to help her. Being an ex con who enjoys beating people and all. I snuck her out and took her home and then drove back to the bar. I stomped in (as a 16 year old girl) and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to face me and I punched him in the face as hard as my teen girl arm could manage. Then I screamed “stop hitting my mom!” And then left. He came home immediately and shoved me around and I fought back as best as I could. I stormed into my room and my mom followed me in and I slammed the door and locked it. Then called the police on him while she cried and begged me not to. I did it anyway and had him arrested. She lied for him and got him out. So I had enough and decided to run away and stay gone. Leave her to it. To her own poor choices in life. I couch surfed with friends until graduation. He repaid her love by knocking all her front teeth out of her head and almost choking her to death. She had hematomas in her eyes like strangulation victims do when they are found murdered. THAT’S how close she came to dying for “love”. No honey-that isn’t “love”. Period, end of story. Someone who loves you at LEAST values your dam- life. He went to prison again and I wrote him hate mail while he was in there 😂. I almost wanted him to come after me when he got out but he never did. I was ready if he did, the old fashioned “American” way 😂. She and I were never the same, it pretty much ended right there. She recovered but I never forgot or forgave that she close that piece of sh-t over my safety and well being, or her OWN for that matter. No thank you, that would never be me in a million years. I spent my last year of high school depending on the kindness of other people’s parents for a roof over my head and food in my belly. I tried to earn my keep by helping extensively around their houses. I felt like a burden. I could never repay that kindness and it sucks that they even had to. I wasn’t anyone else’s responsibility but mom’s. Her life sucks to this day because she never got any smarter or did any better for herself. Mine is great to be honest, it’s a million times better than hers ever was because I certainly wasn’t going to let history repeat itself with me. I watched her wreck things for both of us time and time again. I learned from her mistakes even if she didn’t. I married my very good decent kind hard working high school sweetheart and he got us a place just as soon as he could so that we had a home together. He’s the kind of old school gentleman that you rarely see these days. He’s so good to me. I return the favor always. We’re in our forties now and our last baby is about to leave our very safe loving home. We have had an amazing life and a happy family free from drama and pain. I honestly think that my mom hates me because I got everything that she ever wanted and could have had if she didn’t make such poor choices in life. Good men have loved her and she took them for granted and left. Left for terrible abusive partners who treat her like garbage. That’s on her for not appreciating the good ones who would have done anything for her. If there wasn’t drama and abusive behavior then she was bored. If that isn’t stupid as hell then I don’t know what is.