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9h
To me you are the worst person in the world. You abandon me at 9 years old because I had bad behaviour. (Bad behaviour from being sexually abused) I was sexually abused for years and you left me with my abuser. At the time you didn't know. But when I got to be about twenty years old I had gotten comfortable with being able to talk about it because of how many therapists I had told. But then when I built up the courage to tell you, you told me it was all my fault and the argument got so bad the cops were called. When the police arrived they were not happy with you or the situation. And started yelling at you in the kitchen. You fought with them and told them to leave.  You're are so awful and lack any sort of empathy. You left me with no food. Everyday you took my sister and didn't come home until 11:30 pm every night. I was left eating ketchup and mayonnaise sandwiches. YUM!
Now as an adult every special occasion you have to gamble. In fact you gamble almost every second day. You're poor but love money. you fantasize about living in new york. While I fantasize about having a mom I'm able to bond with and have a regular relationship. I can tell you love money more than you love me. They say the root of all evil is the love of money. And I can see how sour it is. It's put me in a place of absolutely hating money I want to be homeless because I can't stand the thought of money.
I take care of you're when you're sick. I make sure you can rest, you have good and something to entertain yourself with. I run to the store when you need anything. Then. Once you're better I start to get the sickness you passed to me and you don't allow me to rest. You will gamble just feet away from my head when I'm tired and sick trying to rest. When I get frustrated with it. You make the biggest ordeal because you're addicted to gambling and lack empathy for others. When I pass any sort of sickness on to anyone I feel terrible. I do my best to offer everything I can to help. It hurts me to say this. But I don't think you deserve to live. You lack empathy for other's and it feels I came from the womb of a psychopath.
All I can hope is that with age I don't turn out to be you.
Getting it off my chest
Written by
evolove  29/M/victoria bc
(29/M/victoria bc)   
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