My dad passed away last year. Heart attack. Heart Disease.
Like no other pain I’ve felt.
Became homeless.
Mum betrayed me.
Became negligent.
Always was, really.
I was molested and groomed by two men. My uncle and my mothers partner(in which she is still dating after being fully aware of his actions, and in fact encouraging them).
But y’know, nobody really cares. Things don’t work out. And they don’t get to see the inside of a jail cell. I’ve gone to police. DCJ, etc, etc. Everybody you could think of. No luck.
But anyway. After refuges, and more refuges, with more pedophiles. (But this time pedophiles racking up 6 figures).
I’m safe. Away from all that bullshit. Happy again. A kid again. Strong again.
But after everything, I still feel this massive hole. And lord knows I hate being a cliche but it’s the truth.
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I mothered my little brother. Constantly taking care of him, being there. Unlike his actual mother.
I faced her last June. Fearless, although I didn’t feel it. Told her, I’m not her problem. My brother is her responsibility, so take care of him. Feed him. Make sure he goes to school. Life a normal life.
And yet again, I knew she wouldn’t listen. But it was worth a try.
Everyday, I hope my brother turns around and comes back to me. Stops being brainwashed.
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I don’t know what I want. Really I’m lost. I have faith that I’ll get to where I need to be. But frick I’m sick of feeling sick.
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If anyone wants to reply with their stories or literally anything, go ahead. Talk soon 🙂
