I love my family more than life itself. But they definitely don’t care about me…
Back in February I had just finished a crappy work day and wanted to go say hi to my mom. I pulled into the drive way and the house was quiet. I came inside the door and my mom was sitting in her chair watching TV.
We talked a little, just small talk not really about much too important.
Then my 2nd eldest brother came out and joined us. Our conversations changed a few times within the next few moments.
Then I heard a weird noise coming from the back of the house, near Charles’s room.
HE walked out…He who took something from me… he took a part of me, my sense of security… my childhood…
He came out of the room and my body felt numb. My face froze as he entered the living room giving me a smirk… I wanted to vomit after he said “you remember me,” knowing damn well I knew exactly who he was… his name still makes me feel nauseous… seeing his face in my moms new house…
I feel my heart racing… I’m getting really anxious and realize I can’t sit still anymore, my right leg was shaking and I was digging my nails into the skin on my hands.
I got up and left, if I said anything To my family before, I don’t remember it.
So now we have what happened today, I hardly get on Facebook for various reasons.
But today I checked mine and I see my youngest eldest brother invited me to the Wedding Party for a guy that stalked me in high school.
A guy that I caught several times outside my bedroom window. Or pacing outside our backdoor. Would message me threatening me because I told him to leave me alone… After he threatened me he ended up pacing right outside my front door and the guy I was dating at the time and his friends had to chase him off.
I just don’t know how to deal with this… my family is already famous for diminishing my feelings and patronizing me. They know what these men did to me…
I feel like I’m being raped all over again…
I just wanna die