Today has been an extremely rough day for me.
This story starts about 10 years ago when I was a kid in jr high. It was a year after my grandfather passed away after a long, tumultuous bout with alzheimer's disease, heart disease, torture wounds from the second world war and a littany of other ailments. My grandmother had taken the death extremely hard and could hardly cope so she asked my mother to allow me to live with her. I eagerly agreed and a few months after that is when Hell began for my family.
I sat in the first National Bank in East Saint Louis and my grandmother explained to me that she was giving POA to my mother...the climate of my family is extremely vitriolic. This was, to an 11 year old me, immediatley foreboding. I knew it would end horribly at that precise moment. I said to my grandmother:
"Grandma, that's not a good idea...it's just not. I don't like it."
I remember it as if I were watching on screen.
Over the following ten years our lives would desced into constant tumult. Fraudulent claims against my mother and I running parrallel to an abusive relationship my mother was in and of course, my teenage years. It. Was. Hell. My family even had me expelled from school. I lost scholarhips, had to move to three different states just to finish highschool, my mother went broke dealing with constant court cases from multiple siblings at a time.
Now, anyone that knows me knows I'm extremely peaceful. I avoid conflict at all costs. but things build up on a person after years and years of constant barriers.
Tonight it all came to a head and I simply exploded on everyone in my family on a phone call. I spoke truth. uncut truth and it cut them deeply. they swear they'll never speak to me again. Tonight I don't care. I made them look at themselves tonight and, honestly, it hurt me to hurt them even though their pain comes from bearing witness to truth. I still love them but I have so much anger towards them I'm literally shaking.
I just needed to get this out...
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