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bots-and-cons · 10 months

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Stressed, tired and dealing with grief

I know the title probably makes it sound worse than it actually is, but I just need to vent, because I've had a bit of a rough week. I'll try to post something tomorrow, because I don't like leaving the blog alone for this long. Also I can deal with crap by writing so it's a win-win I guess. The stuff below might be a bit of a ramble, but eeeh

Venting starts here btw

There has been a lot going on during the past week and being at my mom's and looking after my little sister really drained me, because I didn't get a single minute alone for six days, aside from sleeping and I didn't do much of that either. My social battery is already nonexistent to begin with and then you add to that no sleep, it's not a good combination. I'm probably not going to my mom's for a couple of weeks, since I can't really deal with my two youngest siblings until I recharge.

On other news, my grandma on my dad's side died a couple of years back in June, and her husband, my grandpa is in a nursing home. I don't visit him much, because I can't really handle it well. He doesn't remember any of us anymore, not even my dad, and it's just way too much for me to handle most of the time.

Anyway, today we went to clean out their old house and it was pretty hard. I didn't really realize it right then, but now that I'm getting tired and have stopped for the day, it's kind of hitting me. We found so many old things that I played with when I was a kid, clothes that I remember my grandma wearing, actual physical photographs were stuffed into every cabinet and corner, and I found all kinds of stuff. I didn't really stop to look at them though, I couldn't really handle it. I looked at one photo for a while, my grandma smiling, wearing that blue flower dress that she liked. That's how I'd like to remember her though, smiling. I know she loved me, even though I didn't hear it for a long time before she died, because she stopped talking. I'll always love her and even though the grief raises its head occasionally, I'll get through it somehow.

Another thing that's been getting to me is the anniversary of Technoblade's death. He died last year at the very end of June. I don't normally get attached to youtubers or streamers, or people on the internet I don't personally interact with, but I guess in his case it was different. I started watching Technoblade when I was still pretty badly depressed, and he was a big source of fun and joy for me. He was one of my comfort youtubers and I still watch his old videos occasionally. I just watched a few old animations about him and hearing his voice literally made me cry.

There's a lot that's stressing me out right now and my grandma's death anniversary among other things just happened to trigger a bit of an emotional avalanche. I've been keeping all this crap in since the beginning of June and it's now all rising to the surface, because I'm tired and don't have the strength to keep it at bay anymore. Also me overburdening myself doesn't help this situation at all, so I'll probably sort of refrain from most social contacts next week and try to take it easy. I'll make some good food, bake something for my birthday (12th of July) and maybe go get ice cream with my bff. I also have an appointment with my mental health counselor/nurse on Monday, so that's gonna help the situation a lot too.

Stay hydrated y'all and thanks if you read all this :D

#ony speaks #grief #death tw

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hoodievixen · 8 months

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So my grandmother is toxic af. I've told my mom (her mother) this time and time again, but refuses to do anything about it. Mainly this is a big dump of how crazy this old lady is.

Now I didn't really pay attention to pretty much anyone or anything else until I was eighteen. This being due to me being a child, as well as shoty mental health. This is when I realized just how crazy most of my mom's siblings are. And by crazy I mean dumb, and of course it all comes front he source of it all, my grandmother.

We sorta ignored what we could, and avoided more. This was because my grandpa wasn't doing well. Most of my life he had been in and out of hospitals due to COPD he developed from smoking. We weren't sure when the last time you were going to see him was. I don't remember the occasion, but the last time I saw him was at my cousin's house. It was my siblings and parents playing card games with him. Sure I didn't play the game but I was there talking with him.

He passed away January 2020. He was ready to go. And should have taken grandma with him. Covid then shut everything down a few months later, and she was alone, which just added to the insanity.

I would love to skip to the whole Scamdrew incident, but first I would like to bring you to June of that year. In one week was both my grandparents anniversary, and father's day, both which would be tough for my grandmother who had recently lost her husband of over 50 years.

My mom found a cabin all with in a.ciuple hour drive forher siblings, and booked it for a week, being the master mind behind the whole vacation. Everyone was to be careful of Covid before coming, to be safe. Instead my mom's elder sister decided to fly down the Houston the week before to visit her daughter. (During a large spike of cases in said city) The aunt claimed to be safe she wouldn't come to the cabin though I'm pretty sure my mom told her how dumb she was. This aunt will become a huge problem later. Still all her kids are adults and could have come in their own, none did, not even for a day.

My family however was sure to be there. My brother's work was being audited so he needed to leave on Monday to deal with that, but he and his girlfriend were there Saturday and Sunday. My sister worked as a CNA and was required to work that weekend in the hospital, but she came out in Monday with plans to spend rest of the week there. Monday itself was my birthday. Not a huge milestone brithday or anything, but I would have enjoyed doing something with my friends. We also made plans for that day, baking cupbakes before going, and buy water balloons for a water balloon fight.

I don't know the details of exactly what happened, as I hate people and am an introvert, so I was taking a nap. I was awoken by my crying mother telling me to get my things because we were leaving.

"I feel like I don't belong in this family" my mom cried down to her family.

"You don't belong anywhere!" my grandmother, her own mother responded.

Obviously we left. I learned the fight had started because my mom spoke against what her siblings were saying, that they didn't get all the Black-Lives matter movements that had been happening resently. (My relatives are conservative, and some are even Trump supporters) They can't accept any other oppinion than their own, and one of my aunts can't take a single piece of criticism without crying and throwing a fit.

I told my mom to cut her out of her life then and there. I wrote what happened from my point of view, encouraging her to not try. Our family did so much for her, yet she was never greatful, showing obvious favoritism toward my mom's other siblings. I don't think my grandmother ever apologized, they talked about it, but she never apologized. Seeing how it's 2023, and I'm writting this more happened.

I don't exactly remeber when it started, but it's time for the Scamdrew incident. My grandma started online dating, though she was not ready for it. I don't think it had even been an entire year since grandpa passed away. Anyways she started talking to this guy Andrew. We let her do her thing. I didn't really know much about this until one night my parents were trying to find any information about this guy. I decided, to join in, finding it to be a fun thing to do. We could onky find an Indeed page for the guy, a sketchy Indeed page.

I just stayed out of this, having long since grown done with my grandmother, and not wanting to deal with her. But they had an intervention, telling he rjt might be a scam. Grandma said she was prepaired to move out to an entirely different state to be with him leaving behind her kids. She continued to keep this mentality as more evidence polled up to prove he was a scam. Even her bank told her it was a scam. It took her some of her kids to stop talking to her to give him an ultimatum that did not get fulfill to stop talking to the guy. Though I think she would if she wouldn't get scolded by her kids again.

Now my grandmother has always been religious. My grandfather had gone to school to become part of the clergy, obviously didn't happen. Still they went to curch every Sunday, celebrated the holy days, and prayed. I decided I was agnostic as a fresan in highschool, so sorta just ignore all her Christian stuff, she had plenty of other people to talk to about that stuff.

But she basically threw herself into religion. She claimed everything wa sin gods plan, and that even the scam guy was he soulmate from God. My mom pointed out my grandmother hadn't ever believed in predestination before, and called bs on it. Still she started pushing her religion down other people's throats. My uncle, her son, was going through a messy devorce at the time and told his now ex-wife that she needed to find God when picking up my cousin one time. For Christmas she gave Al of her children a holt water holder (?) and a crusifix. Grandchildren got a tacky nick-nack that basically boiled down to "Your grandma loves, and so dose God."

She likes to demand to go out with her grandkids for dinner or lunch at times. I usually am able to not go, but there are times I can't. My parents were on vacation at the time so I was home alone, and I worked weekends, so she knew I was available. I was prepaired for whatever was to come, just grin and bare it. She recommended I join a church to find friends, and that I'd find peace when I get closer to God. I just nodded and said nothing (I haven't gone to church since I was 7 and was a perfectly fine person without it) This also came after getting a letter in the mail saying she put me down as someone to pray for for her church's eadte prayer. Like she has some weird obsession with me, that I need help. I think it's from when my mental health was terrible in HS. But I'm better now, and one of her more well adjusted grandkids. I give it another two years before my cousin gets pregnant from her boyfriend.

More recently she told one of her neices that all she needed to do was find God. This neice has a drug addiction and tried committing suicide. My grandmother was claiming to get better she just needed to find God.

Back to her "love life", she met two guys in person. One was a guy who lived in the same building as her. The other went to the same church as her. There wa some weekend where she stayed over at one guys house, hated it and couldn't even stay the fill weekend. The next the other guy came to stay with her at her apertment, hated it. The next she was moving in with the first guy. Not to mention she never really like either of these guys yet brought them to famoly things. These guys have been to my house and I will never seen them again. When my uncle (recently decor e and in his own relationship drama) asked her about looking for more options, going to more places, she said "I am looking for more options" as she continues to bounce between the same two guys.

Recently, to keep her busy, they started up doing weekly family dinners. Due to driving distance and it being done on Tuesday, usually it is just my parents, uncle, and grandmother. If it's at my parents house, of course I'm there, cause I live there and like to eat dinner. Just in the last week she had met up with two of my aunts, the ones wrre still speaking two, and appeariently said they don't see her enough, claiming she gonna move to come live closer to my mom and uncle. Plz no

This was not even a month after she announced that she changed in her will that the medical power of attorney was changed from my eldest aunt (the one we don't speak to anymore) and my mom to my crybaby aunt and my other aunt as back up. She said it is because my mother is too emotional, which isnt exactly wrong, but also not right. However the aunt given this power can not make a decision for shit.

This came up because with in the last six months my grandmother lost both a sister and her mother. There's been a heafty a mount of drama from all that, mainly from my mom's relatives due to most of them needing the inheritency money. My mom and all her siblings are all well off, so we aren't much in the drama, just get to hear about it. Basically my grandmother is looking down on her nieces/nephews and siblings(?) about only crying about the money they'll get.

On one of the doomed lunches I had gone in with her she brought up how her sister's jewelery was now being decided up amongst first the siblings and then the nieces and nephews. There were documents emailed with pics of the jewelry and you wrre to let the executor of the will know what you'd like. She expressed her concern that if some arent claimed they wrre just going to be pawned off. Now she had already asked for the pieces she liked, so I offered the idea of reaching out to her nephew (the will executor) and say once everyone has gone through and gotten what they wanted that she'd like the rest.

Next I hear about this it had somehow turned into her wanting it all.

For her mother I am less aware of what all she got, however I knew she got some jewelry and walkers. All of which she sold for money, probably also her sister's jewelery. She was looking down on others for doing such, yet she goes and dose it herself.

Now this is sorta not picky, but there was family dinner just earlier this week, and she just can't let the spot light be taken off of her. Fist she reads letters from state government officials about my great grandma's death, due to the fact she worked in the governor's mansion for many years. Then needed to read out every detail about her mother's money though none of us would be getting anything, just her. She continued to go on about a vacation she wanted to take, which is all fine and well.

But this week my aunt (the only one I like) came over for dinner. Next week I start school were I'm going to get a technical degree in Baking. Everyone knows this, but not many of them know the details. I brought out my schedule just to go over classes, which seem like fun. One of these classes is cake decorating, obviously.

My grandmother than needed to proclaim she taken "that" class, and proceeded to go off on all the cakes she's made. One of which is that barbie doll cake dress kids make on tik tok. Which like if she was doing it to relate to me in someway of continue the conversation would have been fine but no she was returning it to herself.

I don't talk much, never really have. She came over to visit after I had surgery where the anesthetic was still wearing off which basically got rid of my anxiety and she claimed that it wad the most she had ever heard me talk. Yet I'm over here talking to one person about something I'm excited about, and she needs to take that away, to bring the attention back in herself.

I know she never had the chance to grow up, and learn how to be a person by herself. She graduated highschool, got married, and had a child. She as never her own person. But that shouldn't be my problem. I don't want to put up with this shit.

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raspberryconverse · 9 months

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I had a weird emotional moment today and I just want to write about it.

It's a very long story, but if you want to read it, I'd appreciate feedback.

So I have a cousin who is 2 years older than me. Honestly, she was more like a sister to me than my actual sister (who is 3 years younger than me, so it's definitely a different dynamic). Her and her mom did live with us briefly when she split with her dad, but eventually they got their own place. She went to a different junior high, but we went to the same high school and were in orchestra together (she played cello, I played violin). She also made me join Key Club (basically she wouldn't give me a ride home that night if I didn't).

Even when she went away to college, we remained pretty close. She gave me her drivers license when she updated her address so I could use it to get into bars. I visited her and she visited me. We were just very close.

We kind of fell out of touch as she got older. She got married really young and got pregnant with her first child when I was 21 (I was actually the first to know because she called me to tell me she wasn't going to be able to celebrate my 21st birthday). I floundered throughout my entire 20s and she lived kind of far away, so our relationship just kind of petered out. I remember I was the last one to find out she was pregnant with her second child. I was going to wish her a happy birthday on Facebook, but my dad had told me she had the baby. Nobody told me.

One thing I think kind of was the end of our relationship was her mother. Our grandparents had gotten sick and her mom was their primary caregiver and power of attorney. Our grandpa had gone into memory care and our grandma had ended up with bedsores while he was in the hospital. My aunt blamed me for it because I had gone on a trip and my dad and uncle, who also lived with my grandparents, hadn't taken care of her properly (which clearly was my responsibility as a 20-something 🙄).

Eventually, our grandpa died and for some reason the funeral director did a google search for him and came across my blog. He showed it to my aunt and she lost her shit about it. She read the whole thing. I started it when I was 17 or 18 and documented my college years. I had realized I was bisexual when I was writing in it and I had a lot of sex when I was in college and wrote openly about it (not the dirty details, but definitely talked about having sex). My aunt lost her shit about it. She hated that I had said less than nice things about my family (they were hoarders). She just had a lot of opinions about it and because I lived at my grandparents' house, she made my life hell because of it.

Our grandma spent months in a nursing home recovering from her bedsores and when she came home, my aunt came over 3 times a day to care for her. I still lived with them and my aunt had so much animosity towards me, she taunted me and did everything she could to make my life difficult. She'd yell "QUEER!" at me when she saw me outside. She'd block me in the driveway so I had to drive over the grass and through the alley to leave for work. Once, I was taking a shower so I could go to work and it just so happened to be at the same time she wanted to empty my grandma's commode, she left the commode outside the bathroom door and yelled at me when I got out. How dare I take a shower so I could go to my job, right? It's not like there wasn't a second bathroom in the house or that it couldn't wait 15 minutes for me to finish showering 🙄 I used to go to a zumba class once a week and I eventually ended up showering at my mother's house because I didn't want to try to take a shower while my aunt was there. It got so bad, I ended up moving in with one of my knitting friends who was recently widowed.

I'm not sure what was going on with my cousin throughout this whole ordeal. I'm not sure what, if anything, that my aunt said to her about me. I know my cousin had no problems with my sexuality or my sex life. Hell, she read my blog. I brought my girlfriend home for Thanksgiving one year and we (me, her, my cousin and her husband) all hung out in the empty apartment above my aunt's house. My cousin even said, "I don't think anyone [in our family] would have a problem with [me being bisexual]." Clearly, she was wrong.

I do remember messaging my cousin once because her mom was causing a scene (over something I did, but I honestly don't even remember what it was). It was basically me saying, "IDK if your mom has been talking about what's going on here, but she's lost her damn mind." She threw a kitchen garbage can down the basement stairs (I had set up a little corner of the basement to live in at the time) and ripped the thermostat out of the wall. Once she threw the garbage can down the stairs, I called 911. The cops came and so did my aunt's boyfriend.

I remember talking to my mom about the situation, probably around the time that I asked her if I could shower at her house after zumba, and I said to her, "I thought that she and Uncle Beaver [yes, I have an Uncle who's nickname is Beaver] were the only sane ones in the family." My dad's older brother is a story for another day, but he was... something. My dad's older sister is currently in a nursing home because she has brain damage from a freak accident while doing drugs. My dad has OCD and is a hoarder. My mom's reply to me was, "No, she's nuts too. Beaver is the only sane one."

When my grandpa died, my cousin came to the funeral with her son. We went to a restaurant afterwards and I had to leave early to go to work, so the waitress gave me my food to go. As I was leaving, my aunt was outside smoking (she was a chainsmoker) and she sneered at me, making me feel bad for even getting the food. And you know what was really cute? My cousin told me that her son was worried I wasn't going to get my food. Nobody else thought it was uncalled for for me to order food and realize I wasn't going to have time to eat it with them because I had to go to work. Just my aunt.

The first time I ever really understood how trigger warnings could really be helpful was when I was going through my Gmail account to delete things because they had emailed me to tell me I was running out of space. I came across this email and for the first time in my life, I felt a sheer sense of panic when I couldn't possibly be in any danger. This email had been sent to me by my aunt 9 years prior to me coming across it and my aunt had been dead for 3 years (she died of kidney cancer in 2017). She sent me this with photos she took of my "room" in the basement before she trashed it while I was at work. Sure, it hadn't been clean, but she threw things all over the place.

(for reference, Mancow was a sort of shock jock radio host in Chicago and I had gone to school for radio broadcasting, graduating just in time for the economy to tank in 2008)

So I don't even know what I'm trying to say with all this. I'm still friends on Facebook with a lot of my cousin's friends and what prompted this was one of them posting about how they all got together recently. I remember awhile ago I tried to tag my cousin in something and her name wouldn't come up. She was no longer in my friends. I searched for her and she was no longer anywhere. I interpreted this as she might have blocked me. I don't know why she would have, other than the bad things I might have said about her mom (which were really watered down). I didn't name her, obviously, but if my cousin read my posts, she would know it was her mom. I've done searches before on a browser where I wasn't logged into Facebook, but couldn't find her (mostly because her last name is Young, so she's definitely not the only one with her name). When I saw this post, I asked my spouse to search for her and they also couldn't find the right person. I was actually tempted to ask another friend who commented on the post if he could tell me if my cousin was tagged or not in the post, but decided that would be really weird. My spouse thinks she might not be on Facebook anymore, but part of me still wonders.

I think my uncle might still have her number, but I don't. I really wanted to invite her to my wedding last year. I really miss our relationship. My spouse says I should just email her. Her Gmail is her initials and last name, so it's very likely she still uses it (as opposed to something silly). But part of me can't bring myself to do it. I don't know how she felt about her mother dying. I obviously was relieved. Hell, I was relieved when our grandma died, not necessarily because I didn't care. To be honest, I was really devastated by her death. I didn't see her much the last couple years of her life because my aunt moved her in with my uncle and I knew she'd be around a lot. My grandma meant the world to me. She was the one who taught me to knit and cross stitch. I'd talk to her on the phone all the time when I was in college. She was a very headstrong woman because her father died when she was young, so it was just her mom and two sisters together during the Great Depression. Yes, she was a hoarder, but she was an amazing woman and I loved her so much. But her funeral was a relief because I knew that was the last time I would ever have to see my aunt again. And it was. She died 3 years later and didn't even want a funeral or obituary.

If you've made it this far, please tell me your thoughts. Should I email my cousin? When my spouse made this suggestion, my thought was that I felt bad that I didn't think to do that when we were getting married. I was so convinced that she had me blocked and that she was angry for me saying not so nice things about her mom that I didn't even think she'd want to go to my wedding if I contacted her. Also, I tried to add her on LinkedIn and she never accepted, which kind of solidified the "my cousin hates me because I hated her mom" theory. But now that it's been over a year since I got married, I almost feel like I don't have any good reason to email her, other than seeing photos of her and wondering how she's doing. I actually have a friend from college who was pregnant with her son at the same time that my cousin was pregnant (they even have very similar names) and every time she posts about him, I think of my cousin and her son. I haven't seen any photos of him since he was maybe 6 and he's a teenager now. I just really miss her and would love to reconnect with her, but I just don't think I could handle the rejection if she actually hates me now. One of our other cousins unfriended me (he's in the military and is a little conservative, so I can see why) and the other blocked me because we got into an argument on Facebook. And I don't know what happened with my other cousin. I'm friends with cousins on my mom's side, but I barely know them because they live in Florida and I've lived in the Milwaukee/Chicago area my whole life. But this cousin was basically the older sister I never had and didn't live with. And I miss her so much. I kind of forgot how much until her friend posted those photos.

#family #dysfunctional family #facebook fomo

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neuropathicgypsy · 5 years

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I've been remembering things... like a normal person... and unlike a normal person and forgetting things also...

I keep remembering when Matt's grandpa saw me at Putt-Putt... at least twice.

The first time he kept touching me while I was playing this kiss the frog game... enough to where I punched him and pushed him nearly down cause he kept touching me behind me where I couldn't see him and then he grabbed my arm that's when I pushed him

Then he acted like nothing happened and asked me how I played the game. I told him I would move and he could play that's when he pushed against me again and I told him to wait and i would move and he said he didn't even want to play he just wanted to know how.

What the fuck was that shit? He walked away cause he was already Hurt cause I didn't look at him Like I play the games he does.

Then I saw him again on Joe's daughter's birthday and he was behind the counter and we had this whole discussion, Joe and I did about who he was and he just kept going off so he then pretended like he was Joe's dad.

He left the same time we did... I was there with my ex husband and daughter in my exhusbands car... I sat in the back seat because we were going to get divorced but I didn't trust him alone with my daughter so we did family things so I could make sure they could be social together and she could be safe.

Then another time in my parents town we went to walmart... which wasn't normal for us and we parked far from the doors and there was plenty of room near the doors... and when we left there was a white rental car parked next to ours but way closer than I felt should be normal... and I was all super paranoid while my kid got in the car and stood on her side of the car while she got in... a lot because she got startled by him... sitting in the car... on a laptop.

I knew it was the same guy I thought was Joe's dad.

But then i saw a photo of Matt's grandpa not too long ago...

Tonight I asked Matt.... are you sure I was pregnant with you kids and it wasn't your grandpa? Cause it really seems like your grandpa is a rapist and I don't remember getting pregnant by you and shouldn't that be something I remember?

I remember getting pregnant with my daughter and I must say it wasn't the best sex in my life and in fact I was quite tired and wasn't really into it but...

But I sense all this general badness wi th my getting pregnant earlier ...

I mean... my mom did get all crazy when she realized I was and we had to call the cops....

And we were in a lot of foster homes...

But it doesn't seem right...

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His answer is: Matt your gramma will read that..

well it didn't stop him from getting his ass beat when his wife was at the putt-putt with him and their friends. I think she should know the truth about what her husband does. Quit hiding behind children. It also explains why the infants were murdered. Because before I couldn't understand. I've been thinking about it at least once a week for months.

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So now Matt says we had had sex after I was pregnant, in a new foster Home and I had said "finally the first time we have had sex..." and I was very tired so I didn't finish

Matt thinks he's funny so he says "what?!? Those aren't my kids?!"

And I didn't know what to say because back then, I had amnesia a good portion of the time... I had gotten pregnant in the summer then sent back to my parents house to start school. And i no longer could button my pants and I knew zipping them up part of the way wasn't going to last long and I had to tell my mom I needed new clothes and it seemed like there was some alien weirdness inside me.

So then MATT also likes attention so he called everyone he knew to brag he had had sex.... and his grandpa said something about finding out when the DNA came out whose kids they were, his or his.

And Matt said "what are you telling me, you have been raping my woman?!"

And his grandpa snap hissed, "I told you I had sex with her, didn't i?!?"

He's that old plantation type that comes from negro slaves and that sort although his family was poorer than his wife's, he understood that a "man" got his sex however he pleased and a woman had no right to disobey him. Although if his negros went on strike and didn't do all his work for him, he'd been a poor man with nothing to his name so Idk who he thought he was that his duck was made of gold plated stainless steel cause it sure wasn't anything I'd write home about except to say everyone should stay away from it...

So to this terrible old white man, rape and sex was the same thing. If he was willing then she should be, too. And if she wasn't then she had her own problems that didn't matter to him and never will.

His problems don't matter to me, either. So whatever Matt's gramma has to do, his gramma has to do.

And his gramma has always known. That's why we went to foster care, I'm quite sure.

The story always was that since I was pregnant we had to be removed from the custodial care. Maybe my mom threw a fit but really she didn't and doesn't like me much so idk. But it didn't matter either because my dad had the upper hand being military and my father. And her just being a bitch.

And so the story was since I was pregnant the people we were with (his family and mine) didn't pay enough attention to us for us to be safe.

But we had sex in the foster hones and they knew and that was supposed to be the whole reason we had to be in foster care, because we had had sex.

And we were always placed together.

I know his gramma knew so this ass hole grandpa all saying "your grand MA is gonna read that matt" as if matts grandma's feelings had ever mattered to him is absolutely ridiculous.

"I told you I had sex with her didn't I boy" as an answer to "you raped her" ..... rape culture should never had a place in our history and shouldn't have a place in our future

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His gramma is all distressed and I'm like what is the problem didn't you go to the lawyer?

And she's all yes I called but he said he can't see me till next week.

I told her do you can just do one online and it's not a big deal.

She says that's what Matt had told her.

So I ask Matt well did you? She seems really worried and he said yeah and you know my grandpa isn't home.

She said that he said he will come home immediately.

(Because obviously his 4th family isn't as important as making sure he gets his money)

So I'm all what's that short little man going to do to you.

She said something I can't quite remember

And I said "oh he's like Matt, he's got that Hagan charm, makes you want to forgive him as if it was that easy"

Then we go on and she can get all th documents to file for divorce quite easily and since his family was poor and her father protective of his daughter and his family assets she could file and leave him with nearly nothing.

Since he's got multiple families across the country I don't see why he should continue to scrounge off her.

Of course he would do the whole verbal abuse calling her a scrooge and all... but really what's worse the truth or manipulation? Always the truth otherwise there would be no manipulation

He is a rapist no one likes. He's a rapist which means he forces people to have sex with him.

She tried to protect me, Matt and babies she probably never met and he calls her a scrooge. Which is absolutely untrue. She sacrificed great grandchildren and her grandchild of a son whom was murdered and still her seriously scrooge manipulation husband had her great grandchildren killed because he didn't want to lose her money.

So since he did that then I think that absolutely she should divorce him and let him call her Scrooge cause the real scrooge is him and he has destroyed many lives for his own greed and to keep wealth that wasn't his.

Instead of allowing his ass to take money for his greed and multiple families and gambling she could create a charity or memorial or scholarships or all of the above and more.

And then we will all know who is really the Scrooge.

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