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prorevenge · 6 years

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Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your life.

Long story. TL;DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her agression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there werent dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldnt make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made alot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled alot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

There was a few things my mother didn't know. One, I knew for a fact that current well paying job she had was gotten on lies as she never got her college degree and lied about it on her resume. Two, I had access to all of her email accounts and cloud storage accounts since I was the one that set them up when I was younger and she never changes her passwords. Lastly, she DEFINITELY wasn't aware that from 13yrs old and onto the last time she hit me I took photos of ALL my bruises/marks/wounds/bloody noses saving them to my computer and then google drive. ON TOP OF THAT, my little sister had been sending me photos via social media of the bruises she got from my mom.

The first thing I did was compile ALL of those photos/videos into one folder. I then reached out to CPS in my city and explained that my siblings were being abused, how I was abused in the past, and that I had mountains of proof. Since ive called the cops on my mother before AND the thing that happened with my older sister, there was immediately a home visit. They arrived almost a day later with the police and coincidentally my mother was literally in the process of beating my younger sister when they were knocking. Cue an Emergency removal of all my siblings from the house and my mother getting arrested though she was released hours later. (I was getting a day to day play by play because my mothers best friend is a blabber mouth and everything my mother said she told her son who relayed it to me without either of their knowledge.) I sent CPS all the evidence and there's a legit case against my mother now. The next day I emailed and then called up her job to inform them that she had lied about having a very necessary college degree as well current events in her life which sparked a background check. She was fired days later. Say adios to 75k and a blacklist in the only industry you know how to work. I then spitefully deleted every cloud account and email address I ever made for her, which was all of them which im sure will make keeping up with alot bills and etc nearly impossible. I then anonymously reported her to the IRS because of the tax fraud she committed for years by claiming people's children that weren't hers with ALOT of detailed information since I lived with her while she did it.

So now, my mother lost all her kids and her job. Im meeting with a caseworker from CPS next week to talk more about what happens moving forward but I do know they're NOT going back. Idk how she's gonna pay her mortgage now and survive. I'm sure she's gonna get a call from the IRS who'll be looking for a few thousand dollars she owes them. She also has to go back to court in a few months, not exactly sure what she was charged with but ill update when I find out how everything turns out.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her lipton.

TL;DR - My mother abuses me badly for most of my life as well as my younger siblings. I have to drop out of college and support myself after she drove me to homelessness. She proceeds to laugh at me about me being homeless and denys abuse. So I ruined her life by getting my younger siblings removed and her arrested, making her lose her job, reported her to the IRS, and essentially set her up so that the remainder of her life is full of disaster and hardships.

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stodbensol · 7 years

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@homosexualhufflepuff tagged me and i cant sleep so lets do this now

1. LAST TEXT SENT: I answered my friend that told me we got paid for a job 2. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: I like dark colors: dark red, dark blue, black 3. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: :))))))i woke up 16.30:))))) not even kidding 4.WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: Watching ESC i think 5. NAME SOMETHING YOU CANT WAIT FOR: summer!! ! !!!!!! and my sister to come home:/ 6. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOTHER: idek?? i cant remember the last time i spoke to her lol 7. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE: woah this is too deep 8. WHATS GETTING ON YOUR NERVS RN: my fucked up sleeping schedule, why am i like this 9. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: uhhhh,, im single 10. FAVORITE TV SHOW: Friends and Glee <33 11. FIRST BEST FRIEND: Hanna and Moa, theyre twins and we were besties from age 4-11 i think, good times 12. LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: nothing bc my ears hurt from wearing my headset all day 13. 3 FEARS: deep water and fish in the water, the dark, cats :s 14. 4 TURN ON’S: a nice smile:), sports uniforms r so hot agfjksf, maybe a nice jawline:) 15. 4 TURN OFF’S: eating sounds, not paying attention to me, being straight lol 16. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: gay 17. MY SENIOR QUOTE IN MY YEARBOOK: “that’s not a thing in sweden lol” 18. FIRST THING I NOTICE IN A NEW PERSON: i have no idea 19. SHOE SIZE: 39-40 20. EYE COLOR: light blue/grey 21. HAIR COLOR: blonde 22. FAVORITE CLOTHING ITEM: tshirts 23. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW: black 24. ULTIMATE BIAS: 25. ULTIMATE BIAS GROUP: 26. FAVORITE SEASON: summer!!! 27. HOW MUCH TIME I SPENT ON DESIGNING MY BLOG PAGE: how much what designing my what 28. THE REASON I JOINED TUMBLR: need(ed) that gay exposure for that internalized homophobia ha,ha hashtagactivelyworkingonit 29. LAST BOOK I READ: Evig Lycka (Eternal Happiness) by Klas Isaksson 30. DO I EVER GET “GOOD MORNING” OR “GOODNIGHT” TEXTS?: not texts but snapchats 31. WHEN DID I LAST HOLD HANDS?: uhh i think it was w al-x last thursday #texmex 32. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE ME TO GET READY IN THE MORNING?: 15min:) 33. HAVE I SHAVED MY LEGS IN THE PAST 3 DAYS?: nah 34. WHERE AM I RIGHT NOW?: in bed;));)))) 35. DO I LIKE MUSIC LOUD OR LOW: loud, i dont want to hear others or myself 36. 3 THINGS I LOVE: music, art, dancing (wow vilken estet) 37. HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW: tired in many ways

38. SOMETHING I REALLY, REALLY WANT: summer!! ! ! ! !!11 39. 3 THINGS THAT UPSET ME: eating sounds ha, cishet boys:)), ppl judging other ppl for ridiculous reasons (like, mind ur own business) 40. WHAT I FIND ATTRACTIVE IN OTHER PEOPLE: humor, intelligence, kindness 41. 3 HABITS I HAVE: i Always open the cabinet door in our bathroom bc its the exact size of a human and i wanna be on the safe side:) i always sing? i stay up too late 42. SOMETHING I FANTASIZE ABOUT: the future 43. MY OTPs: i dont, have any 44. SOMETHING IM TALENTED AT: eh 45. THE BLOG I GIVE MOST NOTES TO: @you-had-me-at-e-flat-major apparently 46. THE LAST PERSON THAT RE-BLOGGED FROM ME: @cuddlyjongin 47. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?: no and sometimes 48. MY FAVORITE FOOD: i fucking love tacos 49. MY FAVORITE DESSERT: strawberries bc its so summery 50. WHAT I DID YESTERDAY: i slept and then i ate tacos and then i hung out w friends and then i watched esc and sense8 51. NUMBER OF KIDS I WANT: 0-2 52. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS I HAVE: 5 53. SOMETHING THATS CONSTANTLY ON MY MIND: some song 54. LAST PERSON I MESSAGED ON TUMBLR: @homosexualhufflepuff 55. CAN I DRIVE: only my moped haha 56. WHAT STATE OR PART OF THE WORLD DO I LIVE IN: the north of sweden 57. AM I IN SCHOOL?: yes im 17 58. DO I GET GROSSED OUT EASILY?: i dont think so 59. SOMEWHERE I WOULD LIKE TO VISIT FOR A WEEK: the us 60. I’LL LOVE YOU IF…: ..you play an instrument/sing to me 61. LAST SHOW I BINGE-WATCHED: Familjen annorlunda hahahah 62. WHAT WORDS UPSET ME THE MOST: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 63. WHAT WORDS MAKE ME FEEL THE BEST ABOUT MYSELF: what 64. A WISH THAT I’VE WISHED FOR REPEATEDLY ON 11:11: good grades haha 65. WHO I WOULD SWITCH LIVES WITH FOR A DAY: some rich dude 66. MY FAVORITE ICE CREAM: bj cookie dough 67. ALLERGIES: not really 68. SEXIEST PERSON TO COME TO YOUR MIND IMMEDIATELY: saw this girl on instagram and she was so hot i wanted to puke? 69. MY CHILDHOOD CARRER CHOICE: Author 70. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES: eh 71. HOW MANY BLOGS AM I FOLLOWING: 236 72. HOW MANY TABS/DIFFERENT WINDOWS ATM: 5: sense8, tumblr, google translate:’), tumblr, google 73. COKE OR PEPSI: coke 74. TEA OR COFFEE: ugh tea but neither 75. MOVIE OR BOOK: movie 76. A SENSE I WOULD BE WILLING TO LOSE: smell i guess 77. QUOTE I LIVE BY: "d löser sig” lol 78. TYPE OF ACCESSORIES I WEAR THE MOST: ive worn this necklace for 3 years now sooo 79. LAST AWKWARD SITUATION I FOUND MYSELF IN: i immediately repress every awkward situation im in so idk 80. WHAT TIME IS IT RIGHT NOW: 5:30 in the morning lol my brain is mush 81. A SONG THAT’S MADE ME CRY: uhh i cried today when they sang Imagine in Skam 82: FIRST SONG I EVER SANG AT KARAOKE: the first song i remember is “När vindarna viskar mitt namn” by Roger Pontare. Me and my then besties Hanna and Moa played SingStar and thats like our dearest memory togheter. We mustve been like 8.. we had a blast

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prorevenge · 6 years

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Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your f*cking life.

warning: this is a VERY long story with few updates and TL:DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her aggression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there weren't dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my Christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the Lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldn't make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made a lot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled a lot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her Lipton.

Updates:

1) I am psychologically not in the position to take care of my younger siblings or take on a parental role. I came very close to suicide 2 years ago and im just trying to work on my alcohol problem and other habits that keep me in a cycle of instability. No I haven't been to any programs or therapy, I don't think it will help me in regards to my nearly constant apathy and etc.

2) My 2 youngest siblings weren't really bothered much. It was mostly my little sister after I left who got beatings but luckily it wasn't anything near the level I had to deal with.

3) Im also incapable of taking custody because I don't have an apartment anymore due to bad decisions I made while drinking recently. So I'm back to homeless but I crash with a friend once in a awhile. I am very well aware I am an influence on my younger siblings and I'm trying to stay consistent with doing everything I can to be a better and more stable person for them so that maybe I can finally build a real relationship with someone in my family. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone who keeps wishing me more success.

4) Aside from my little siblings, I have zero contact with anyone else in my family. And even then, its been very rare because I had to avoid my mother to see them and didn't want her knowing i kept in contact (Meeting my little sister after school, facetime, etc). The rest of my family were well aware of what she did and distanced themselves. I don't plan on reaching out to them as im not good at maintaining relationships with mostly anyone anyways.

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