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The Give Your Abusers A Piece Of Your Mind Thread.

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f*ck you grandma, You f*cking ignorant bitch who was blind to what was happening before your very eyes. I needed comfort, I needed to be told it wasn't my fault. Instead called me a liar and punished me for what I KNOW you knew to be true and yet continued to try and convince yourself it wasn't happening. I guess being in denial is hard work. Was it exhaustion from working so hard to force yourself into denial that left you to tired to care for me, or did you just not give a shit.

Do you have any clue how much of a miracle it is that I turn out as f*cked up as I could have been. Because I saw how f*cked up my mom and uncle were. One of your children was a pedophile drug addict and the other a bag whore who killed her herself. Yeah you did a really great job parenting your first go round, and you honestly believe I was the problem? No! I was a child for f*cks sake. Children are not meant to raise themselves while fighting off abuse and have to figure out how to cope with it alone.

I survived no thanks to you, and the sad part is I actually have a bit of sympathy for my mother, and maybe even a drop for my uncle because they were so f*cked up because YOU. In your rare moments of lucidity where you would admit to my moms problems you still had to find someone else to blame. SHE had a drug problem because YOU were cheated on? I don't think so. I just don't get how you could be in such denial with my uncle. You perfect precious baby boy who loves god and would never sin. Yeah, bullshit, So every time you bailed him out, paid his fines or begged your husband not to kick him out or go to the police because he found child porn, were those false accusations as well? Cause I know you have been out hundreds of thousands of dollars for rehabs and shit for him.

But once again, I am the problem right?
 
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Here's a rant I wrote for myself earlier this morning.

Mom was an ****. I don’t have enough angry words for her. She was selfish and took out that selfishness on her children. I know what was in Mom’s room at the trailer park, and what happened in Mom’s room in the new house. I know I have some really powerful feelings tucked deep inside. I don’t like it. I don’t like her.

The incest made everything else go numb.
 
Here's a rant I wrote for myself earlier this morning.

Mom was an ****. I don’t have enough angry...

Wait, I'm not done. You told me it never happened. You said it was your father's fault, or the alcohol's fault. You said you never were as bad as grandpa or grandma. You beat me to make me go away, to have your way, to make your life manageable. You made it my fault. You said that you needed to have control. Well, how much control did you need?

So, you never listened anyway, so rants didn't make any difference. I was alone. You gave me loneliness like no one knows, trying to fix your own. You taught me how monsters hug. I wish there were words that would break through, but your walls are up for good.

But once again, I am the problem right?
 
Poor Daddy. Poor misunderstood dady. The downtrodden victim of my mothers rants.
You were very good at grooming me. So good at making me the 'favotite' child that my older sibs hated me so I had no where to go, No one to tell.
I was a teenager and you had me go in while you were taking a bath and wash your hair. It made my skin crawl and I wanted to throw up.
Mother would look at me with pure hatred on her face...but she never told me I could say no.
All I felt was to the bone shame and confusion.
Your wonderful son who mom worshiped followed in your disgusting footsteps and mom never would have believed me. Never. Not the golden child.
 
Pushing thru....

You were so good at being the victim. Cheating on mom and she took that out on me...The Problem Child.

I started saying how I felt and what all went wrong and further alienated the sibs and as much as mom hated you She would still defend you.
I loved you....then I hated you for many years. Now I am indiffrent. I didnt cry when you died. Felt nothing. Because I had spent so many years of my life being so hurt and confused.
The legacy you left me was not trusting men and clueless as how to have a relationship.
And you never cared. Not one single time do I ever remember seeing any compassion for another living soul.
How can one pathetic excuse for a man cause this much damage!!

I do believe you had to answer to something greater that you. That is my saving grace. And I smile thinking about you not being able to justify your selfish rotten existence on this earth. I am so glad you are dead.
 
I'm doing ok.....I never did turn out to be the whore, like my birth mum ( you gloated on)....it was one of the best things that ever came out of your mouth....I made damned sure I wasn't going to be that person...so a huge thank you..otherwise, I could have very well become her.

You made being a mother much easier than it could have been....I just did, and felt, the reverse....I thank you for that.

I now appreciate, with all my heart and soul, every single day, the simplest of things in life....the very basics.......I thank you for that.

My body is now sacred.....I thank you for that.

My partner loves and admires all that I stand for, my strengths, and weaknesses....many stemming from you..I found a depth of love that few experience....oh I could hug you for that!

You taught me to wear a thick mask that's helped me on many occasions......I thank you for that.

You somehow instilled empathy....a gift!......I thank you for that.

I enjoy and rejoice in the freedom of a life without fear every single minute minute....without my experience with you, I'd never have known what that felt like, and how to appreciate my freedom from it.....I thank you for that.

I am a decent human being, in the grand scheme of things......I thank you for that.

Turning in your grave?

Oh I hope so!
 
Because of you when he looked at me, when he listened to me and talked to me I listened to him with my whole heart. I wanted to make him happy like he had made me. Because of you I was lonely and scared, all I wanted was love and compassion. He could see that he took advantage of that. He spoke to me like I was a beloved child that's all I ever wanted from you. I let him take everything I gave it freely with a smile on my face. Because of him I feel to blame for doing things that children don't understand because I gave it happily.
 
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