Quite the Series of Unfortunate Events For Me
My whole life has been such a series of unfortunate events, I feel older than I am. What's my relationship with everyone in my family? I'll tell you about it.
First, I will say that all of my siblings have different dads. We all live in different places as well.
Warning! Mentions of abuse, death, and trauma. It's overall very sad and heartbreaking. Viewer discretion is advised.
My oldest sister: She lives in West Virginia and I think she said she may be going out to explore other places. Her dad died years ago from cancer, if I remember correctly. I was too young to understand, but she was devastated. I think I only got to speak to him a few times over the phone. My sister lived with mother when they lived somewhere else, but I wasn't born at this point. She's out of college, and I believe she wasn't treated as bad as us. (I mean as of now, but she was abused physically when she was little. Mother "whooped" all of us.) Unfortunately, she doesn't know about what's happening here.
Second oldest sister: She lives somewhere in Missouri as a roommate or something. I can't quite recall, but she's going to college. Her father is the one who was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's and cancer. He's the only one I truly met and got to visit often. I'll miss him when he's gone..She wasn't a big target of mother's abuse, but she understands the gravity of it and strongly disagrees with her behavior.
Middle sister: She's in highschool now and lives in Missouri with the father of my second oldest sister. I have no idea who her dad is and we never met him. She was abused the worst out of all of us physically. We both genuinely have trauma from it. Hers coming from experiencing it and me having to witness it...she was hurt so much, she was driven to do something very bad. She only didn't do it because I was there. I'm quite glad she didn't do it. I'm happy for her since she moved out at thirteen so she wouldn't have to deal with mother anymore. Though, I cried every night because I was so lonely. She completely understands and empathizes everytime I tell her about something that happened over here
Little brother: He's probably in the fifth or sixth grade. I don't really know since I never got to meet him. He lives in New York. Sadly, he's bad and is a criminal in the making. His dad is very much alive and is teaching him to do wrong. He was never a victim of mother's abuse (fortunately!), nor does he know it's going on.
Me: I saved mine for last since it will be the longest. I live here in Illinois and I'm the only one who's going to live with mother for my entire childhood. I don't know who my dad is and I don't know if he's alive or not. As you know, I have been a target of mother's abuse for so long. Ever since I barely became sentient. She hurt me when I made little errors as a toddler. I remember she threw a cup of water at me when I was so small and couldn't reach the sink. I remember when yelled at me and punished me for not knowing her middle name. She asked me "What else do you not know!? Do you know what our address is?!" And forced me to write it down 100 times in neat writing. I was probably in the third grade then. I remember when an entire glass pitcher went missing and she thought I broke it. I got in deep trouble for something I didn't do. We found out she broke it and she didn't apologize. I remember everything she's done, yet she's so easy to forget. Everytime she beat us, she would ask, "What are you crying for?! You have nothing to cry about!" And forced us to smile as if we weren't in excruciating pain. I have many scars on my legs and in my mind from it all. She wonders why I'm so startled by loud noises, but it's because of all of the yelling and crying from my siblings when she hurt them. She questions why I always flinch when she comes in the room. I always think that I did something wrong and she's just going to hurt me again. I fear this is only going to get worse. I'm the only other person here and she may just take everything out on me again. I don't like it here. It's so scary to make even the slightest mistake. I try to understand that it's hard being a parent and she could just be stressed. I try to understand that she doesn't value how I feel and that's okay since I'm just a kid. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. She claims to be proud of me. I can't believe it.. I'm always doing something wrong. I'm sorry I'm not doing whatever it is right
I'm sorry this was so dark, but it's just..how it is for us..or me.
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