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littleoc
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I’ve thought about taking the pedo to court before, but I just realize how fruitless that would be.
He had an arrest warrant, but he had his brother, either a cop or friends with a cop, make it disappear.
My ex didn’t believe me about it, and that shouldn’t matter to me now but it does make me feel less confident that someone who “loved” me wouldn’t believe me UNLESS I found a way to get it back in court.
Worse, the warrant being thrown out likely means all the evidence is gone....
Although, my mom is the one who said the police said they couldn’t do anything about pedo turning up in my front yard asking to see me. That makes me feel unsafe here more than anything, but I was also still a kid. Teenager.
My mom has done nothing but disappointment me since. It’s not impossible that she did something wrong or called the wrong number or said the wrong thing.
All I can remember is her asking me in the moment if I was “sure” the pedo had really hurt me. Apparently she meant “are you sure it wasn’t your dad and you didn’t blame the guy moving to China to prevent his arrest?” But she did not say that until years later. So it could have been (a) untrue and (b) a coverup. In any case the damage was done and she has only done more to lose my trust since.
She relies on me for things she shouldn’t. I’ve been doing a professional’s work since I was 13. It’s been difficult learning to say no, and often I hire professionals which makes me feel better, but the truth is that this house is not and has never been my responsibility.
It’s awkward seeing adult kids in public doing stuff for their parents willingly and happily because I always feel guilt about it. But instantly remember that there’s a reason for the strict boundaries I’m trying to develop.
I would not have even met the pedo if it weren’t for my mom insisting my sister and help him out. He grabbed my sister’s butt and she told my mom she shouldn’t let me go over there anymore and my mom said I could do what I wanted. She yelled at me for years for “endangering other children by not telling on him,” when the reality is that I was brave to say something. Braver than HER because my goal had been to get my dad out. She still gets angry that I was “keeping secrets.” “Everyone knew but ME.” I never wanted her to know. A case manager forced me to.
My mom doesn’t feel like my mom. She’s just some roommate who happens to have an unhealthy amount of power over me. My actual parent is the cat who brought me food as a toddler, who is buried in an unmarked grave in the backyard because my mom hated him. She said so a week after he died, and I was only 13 but that was absolutely the moment I started to hate her.
“Get through a post about the pedo and how the government won’t believe you without evidence, without bringing up biological parent issues” challenge
He had an arrest warrant, but he had his brother, either a cop or friends with a cop, make it disappear.
My ex didn’t believe me about it, and that shouldn’t matter to me now but it does make me feel less confident that someone who “loved” me wouldn’t believe me UNLESS I found a way to get it back in court.
Worse, the warrant being thrown out likely means all the evidence is gone....
Although, my mom is the one who said the police said they couldn’t do anything about pedo turning up in my front yard asking to see me. That makes me feel unsafe here more than anything, but I was also still a kid. Teenager.
My mom has done nothing but disappointment me since. It’s not impossible that she did something wrong or called the wrong number or said the wrong thing.
All I can remember is her asking me in the moment if I was “sure” the pedo had really hurt me. Apparently she meant “are you sure it wasn’t your dad and you didn’t blame the guy moving to China to prevent his arrest?” But she did not say that until years later. So it could have been (a) untrue and (b) a coverup. In any case the damage was done and she has only done more to lose my trust since.
She relies on me for things she shouldn’t. I’ve been doing a professional’s work since I was 13. It’s been difficult learning to say no, and often I hire professionals which makes me feel better, but the truth is that this house is not and has never been my responsibility.
It’s awkward seeing adult kids in public doing stuff for their parents willingly and happily because I always feel guilt about it. But instantly remember that there’s a reason for the strict boundaries I’m trying to develop.
I would not have even met the pedo if it weren’t for my mom insisting my sister and help him out. He grabbed my sister’s butt and she told my mom she shouldn’t let me go over there anymore and my mom said I could do what I wanted. She yelled at me for years for “endangering other children by not telling on him,” when the reality is that I was brave to say something. Braver than HER because my goal had been to get my dad out. She still gets angry that I was “keeping secrets.” “Everyone knew but ME.” I never wanted her to know. A case manager forced me to.
My mom doesn’t feel like my mom. She’s just some roommate who happens to have an unhealthy amount of power over me. My actual parent is the cat who brought me food as a toddler, who is buried in an unmarked grave in the backyard because my mom hated him. She said so a week after he died, and I was only 13 but that was absolutely the moment I started to hate her.
“Get through a post about the pedo and how the government won’t believe you without evidence, without bringing up biological parent issues” challenge
well, that job. It should help me in two paths. Moving out and getting a lab position. I’ll be working with the microscope and helping diagnose illnesses.
