Join Date: Nov 2015
Location: Mahopac, New York
Haven't had an inner ramble about life in a week or so... So ramble time.
I have respect for my mother.. I don't necessarily like my mother, she made my life very hard for me with some of the things she did, but she stood up to my father. My father was abusive, he was on drugs and he was a heavy drinker, and she stood up to him. I remember when I was a 7, up until I was 12, I wasn't allowed out of my room.. Things got really bad, and she wouldn't let me go out there because my father took over the whole house and was always belligerent. She would go out and face him to take me to school, and to cook when she wasn't too busy hating me for being his daughter, and to get me things to drink.. Someone with the balls to face a 6'3", 250 pound man when they're 4'10" and 90 pounds, and managed to keep their child sheltered enough to not realize what was going on deserves some respect. I don't need to like her, but I respect her for being strong enough to have gone through what she did and not lose herself completely. I didn't even know about any of that until I was 15.. I saw some of it but never understood.
She's been telling me more and more about what ended their marriage and what really happened the last week and a half, I guess because I'm old enough to understand at this point, and she knows I've been in serious relationships now. It's all very interesting to me. There was so much I didn't catch or understand back then.. I always thought maybe she was just mean to my father, he always played the victim card and made her out to be evil, but he deserved it..
A little insight into my life. I don't mind sharing these things, I'm an open book. I'm mostly just typing out my thoughts, it makes me feel a little better typing them out rather than just thinking about them over and over.
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