My inability to retain shit. I was born to a man hanging me (my first memory) over the Columbia (a bridge separating East Wenatchee from Wenatchee). And telling me he would laugh and he laughed. My mom cried. I wish he had dropped me, Because it was my mom who put me in bed with him. Guess why? And so I was raised as the favorite with my sisters hating me for being the favored. I starved to be the favorite. Once I was so hungry that I pushed into the house and tried to steal a slice of cheese. My sisters husband John told on me and I was not able to eat for a few days. Thanks to Christey and John; I hope your daughter forwards this to you. Anyway, * loved all these abusive men; ones with razor blades on their shoes. I thought I found a real man 30 years ago. But he kept my son locked in his bedroom. And when my son got custody of his son; he too, was locked in a bedroom. Four years ago, I fell down a flight of stairs and landed face first on cement. Major brain swelling. Five discs in my neck broken. Something changed. I was locked in a brown room for years. Like my son and my grand, if I went outside, I was abused. Ridicule and shame (for being raped) and not able to even understand. I guess my husband banged my neck against the wall too many times. And I am fired in spite of an attorney calling me in? I would so fight that charge my attorney swears he called for me....at least courtroom records are secure.,,,,,I find myself liviing outside with no one......i do
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 20:04:58 +0000
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