shadowchaser
Platinum Member
Well my brother from another mother was arrested. The woman who managed to get it done first stole his keys. He asked me to come up and sit with him. Just in case she tried to come in. While here the police arrested him. He told me to watch his place and call his mom. Soon after the ex showed up with a friend. Her friend tried to push his way past me and both were hostile. I told one of my friends (helping keep me company as I was already worked up) to call the police but the ex got on the phone before we could.
When the police got here they had all my friends leave. So now I'm alone with a group of men and an aggressive woman who knew about my ptsd. I dissociated while they were here. I was watching from outside. I watched her go into his bedroom and close the door. I could hear her throwing stuff around and the police doing nothing about it other then tell me I wasn't allowed to say anything. Just like when I was a kid. I'm not allowed to say anything. She went to take the knifes bro was so proud of finding. Ceramic and high quality. I said to the cop quietly those were my bros she shouldn't be taking them. First he told me to be quiet then told her as she couldn't prove ownership she has to leave them. I mentioned the keys and a phone she took and the cops told me to be quiet. She stole some of his shirts and medications. And I wasn't allowed to say anything. I brought up one of the things she stole and got blown off.
Now that they are gone I'm shaking and my heart is going a mile a minute. The memories won't stop and I want to cry but I'm watching my baby cousin today. I can't stop and it's starting to hurt.
When the police got here they had all my friends leave. So now I'm alone with a group of men and an aggressive woman who knew about my ptsd. I dissociated while they were here. I was watching from outside. I watched her go into his bedroom and close the door. I could hear her throwing stuff around and the police doing nothing about it other then tell me I wasn't allowed to say anything. Just like when I was a kid. I'm not allowed to say anything. She went to take the knifes bro was so proud of finding. Ceramic and high quality. I said to the cop quietly those were my bros she shouldn't be taking them. First he told me to be quiet then told her as she couldn't prove ownership she has to leave them. I mentioned the keys and a phone she took and the cops told me to be quiet. She stole some of his shirts and medications. And I wasn't allowed to say anything. I brought up one of the things she stole and got blown off.
Now that they are gone I'm shaking and my heart is going a mile a minute. The memories won't stop and I want to cry but I'm watching my baby cousin today. I can't stop and it's starting to hurt.