Original post 5/2014

It was a normal Sunday like any other. I’m 6 and my brother was 3 1/2 years old, my mother was taking us to the lake. We never went to the lake, I began to get excited about playing in the water. I also grew concerned, what did she have on her mind. Even at 6 years old I knew she always had an agenda.We pulled up to the picnic tables on the far side of lake, nowhere near the water. She tells my brother and me that our parents are getting a divorce. Not understanding what it meant I ask her to spell it for me. I kept repeating the spelling in my head so I could ask my friend. I would find out sooner than later. Gramps truck was overflowing my father’s belongings. They were driving off as we rounded the corner.

Their relationship went from bad to hell on earth. My mother took every chance to tell us how much she hated him. She married within six months his name was R known as (Nazi & Lucifer). He was her supervisor at work and could get her the white picket fence. We moved into a new house with a big back yard, things looked so normal on the outside. If people only knew the carnage on the inside.

Custody was a nightmare, daddy would bring us home and she would throw things at him. One time she hit him in the head with the Sunday paper. This was the beginning of a twice a month cycle of harassment. After a couple of years we moved to the country population 137. It was almost a two-hour trip. One Thanksgiving my dad arrived 15 minutes early and she called the sheriff. My dad didn’t get out of the car, he knew he was early and she was crazy.

It’s sad parents separated or divorced talk bad about the other. It’s was not just my mother, her mother and grandmother, they hated my dad. He forced her to get pregnant and I’m the devil child. They would call our house ranting about how I was mistake, ruined my mother’s future and how much they hated my father. We lived in a toxic environment because my mother was toxic.

The scars my brother and I had from their behavior was nothing compared to the abuse inside the house. It reached a point where I had to go pick my brother up to avoid her shit. My father was no angel but he never talked bad about my mother. My mother told me that daddy raped her and I was a mistake. Her common saying, like several times a day, I hate your father and your just like him. At 9-10 years old it doesn’t take long to figure out your mother hates you because you’re just like your father.

I don’t know why, I wondered if could be true, I held it in for years. I don’t know how we got to the topic. I was angry at my father and spit out what she had told me. The look in his eyes said everything. My father was so hurt and said I loved your mother.

When my father killed himself he had a lock box on the coffee table and papers spread everywhere. Their divorce papers were on the table, his Bible open to Job and a note pad with written words scattered on the page. No sentences, I did see the number for the suicide hotline and one of his oldest friends. Written in one corner was 11:00 and he died between 7-8 pm. I wondered if it took him that long to pull the trigger or was he trying to fight his demons. There are tear stains in the book of Job.



  1. Wow. Thank you for sharing your story about this. People live in their own worlds, not caring how it affects others. I hope good people have been their for you too. (((HUGS)))


    1. Thank you for coming buy my Blog and following me. I really appreciate your comments. Sometimes it’s hard to believe all of this has happened to me and I’m just getting started. So many people around the world live everyday in much worse conditions. As an adult I have to remember I SURVIVED and now it’s my turn to share, help, advocate, anything I can to call attention to the issues effecting me the most. Mental Health and Abuse but not just for women, I am heart broken over almost 300 school girls kidnapped in Nigeria. I’m working on a post about Trafficking. Sorry for going on, I can get a bit passionate. Have a great day.

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      1. Don’t be sorry about letting your passion for something show. Thank you for sharing your views. I actually hadn’t heard about it. I haven’t watched television or paid attention to the news in a long time. I tend to live under a rock when I’m writing. It’s terrible about the girls in Nigeria. Grr! The world can be so evil.
        Best wishes for you,


        1. I’m working on a post now about the Nigeria tragedy and it’s not over. Hopefully be out later today or in morning. It’s something I’ve known about for years but didn’t delve into and understand what was happening to the girls once kidnapped. The Nigeria kidnapping was the worst I’ve heard of. I’m also Bipolar which maybe you read in other post. I’ve had a couple of days where other health problems are stressing me which triggers my switch. Have a great day.


  2. This is a tough, but necessary message. Whenever there are children involved, it becomes nearly unbearable. I can remember many things happening that today would put parents in chains. A lot has changed in our views of abuse but much more has to be done to stop it. I respect your courage in telling your story.

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    1. Thanks for reading my Blog. There is more conversation but in my narrow view people don’t want to get involved. With the pressure on kids of all ages these days, it must be tough. Those are the times I’m glad I don’t any kids. Have a great evening.


    1. Just a little. I have to keep in mind how blessed I am not living in so many countries. I am lucky 90% happened when I was young, I didn’t know better, you get up and keep fighting. Like you I have some stories under lock and key, I don’t know if I write about them. Sexual abuse left much deeper scars. My Therapist knows almost nothing about the actions of my father. They may have to stay locked up, the emotion is to much to bear. Thanks for reading my blog. Big Hug:)


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