I had to almost die for you to care about me. But only barely. Because a month after the coma and sepsis I had to go bad to work.

You told me my pedo father loved me. Yeah. I little too much.

Like imagine being smart enough to skip a grade but with grades so bad that you seem dumb. I had no time to study because I was busy. Raising your kids. And working a job.

I needed academic help but because I was testing smart but getting bad grades it was my fault and definitely not because I was raising your kids and had a learning disability.

You slapped me when you were mad. A lot.

My car broke down and the only 2 adults I could depend on ( you and Grammy because I didn’t trust men) didn’t answer the phone so I had to call a friends mom to come help me.

I used to feed my siblings and not eat myself and get yelled at when you got home because you didn’t have dinner ready. There was no food.

You yelled at me because your sandwich didn’t have enough mayo on it. I was 10. And couldn’t walk to the store and watch my 2 younger siblings at the same time. We lived in rural Maine.

My brother got kicked out of school for threatening someone and I got kicked out of the house because I wouldn’t leave my active that I worked 4 years to become present of.

I had a fever of 102 in middle school and you yelled at me on the phone and didn’t believe me until the school made you pick me up

Live footage of me drowning because gas cost more than $3 a gallon in my no sales tax state.

lol imagine liking a post about me getting abused by my mother and pedo father who LOVES Trump AND supporting Trump. #gross #wwjdvhtopposite