5/25/2022

Hello.

There are many updates

We’ve been here (my moms) since May 6,2022

We are moving in here, into my brothers room, and he’ll bunk with my other brother.

He talked to someone who knew his mother in the past. Someone he wasn’t allowed to talk to, someone she claimed was a “bad man”.

Turns out it really is the other way around

I never was crazy. Well, to a degree. But about this, I was right

It wasn’t just paranoia, demonizing, whatever…

I was actually SPOT ON.

She’s a horrible person, a worse mother.

Conniving yet still unclever, She hides behind using her husbands hard earned money to buy gifts and “provide” completely hiding the past, and pretending she’s hot shit, that she isn’t crazy because she’s so doped up on percocets and marijuana that her brain just barely uses motor function and that’s about it.

She would’ve been better off a psych pill zombie, instead of copying her sons (at the time) girlfriend and hopping on the marijuana train to ride her sativa/manic high

He’s only texted her once, and she's flipping shit. She even had the nerve to message my father, who took us to SeaWorld last week.

Absolutely disgusting, the levels they are willing to resort to in order to make him their puppet.

I understand they didn’t have to “welcome” me into their house, I understand in their eyes I should be grateful. But my god, they do not realize that living there, I lost so much of who I am. Thought I was crazy, blamed myself, my paranoia, for years. When all along, she was just a piece of shit who watched me burn and seemed to enjoy it.

To them, I am the ruiner.

The one who helps their son out of his comfort zone, into the real world, no padding

I’m the rotten ruiner that destroyed their “precious baby” just because he opened his eyes to their bullshit and realized he’s so behind in life because of them.

She wrote in a diary, I won’t say where, but in her “past life” that she left behind, complaining that a person who helped raise him, while she drank beer and slept, that she couldn’t seem to “get him to hit her, get him mad at her”

But yet, he’s the bad guy. Who she ditched, along with a dog, just to move to Florida for her next guy that she was already cheating on her (at the time) current partner. She just wanted someone new, and she got it any way she could.

She uses people, then disposes of them.

Anyways,

Enough about that rotten piece of shit.

We are excited to move back in with my mom. I'm grateful she’s even allowing it, considering how often I “flip flopped” in my past due to confusion.

We still bicker. Mostly in the mornings when I am not fully awake.

It’s not bad at all though, helping out feels like something we want to do, instead of being guilted and forced to help. My mom works her ass off to keep this house and bills paid for, I admire her for that. Independence.

The damage is still there from living on that property. But for once, I feel more closer to being myself, I feel more free. It’s hectic, but much healthier.