Gorgeous_Nightmare

The World Behind My Wall
2018-11-15 21:15:07 (UTC)

My Parents

My mom died when I was 7 going on 8 and my dad moved on pretty quickly. I was upset for a long time about it, but now that I'm grown it's a petty thing to be angry about. He deserved to be happy. Anyways, my stepmom and my dad didn't always have the relationship that they have now. She got him into really hard drugs which cost him his job, our home, and eventually my brother and I. We moved in with our sister.
I was taken into foster care when I was 12 after she had died. Her "husband" had been caught selling drugs out of the house (none of us knew) and my brother just so happened to be at his girlfriend's house so he wasn't taken. It about killed my dad, so he finally got the wakeup call he needed to turn his life around. It took 2 1/2 years; part of that being the courts were jerking everyone around, but it happened. He got clean, got a new job, and fought tooth and nail to bring me home. My foster parents were to my surprise very supportive of him and still talk about it 10 years later. I'm one of their only kids who has gone home and stayed there. Sadly.
Things were good for about 6 months after coming home. I just started my freshman year and then my stepmom got her letter that she had gotten off probation. To her that meant time to get high one last time. It wasn't the last time. She started stealing from my dad. She sold my moms ring that my grandma had given me on my 16th birthday. Weird ass people were coming to the house while my dad was away etc. Then the physical fights began. They would beat each other and threaten to kill each other. she would run into my room at 3 AM screaming and jump on top of me. It was brutal. That's also when my anxiety got really bad. I stopped eating, sleeping, and talking. My cutting had also gotten pretty bad. I was always crying. My dad would always apologize for scaring me. He sat me down and pretty much told me that we needed to decide to either stick with her and help her or leave her. We stuck around. Things were good again for a bit and then the cycle repeated. I think what finally snapped her back in shape was either the night she tried to fight me ( I don't remember exactly what took place) or the night I refused to get into the car with her after she had taken something and she ended up crashing. A pole had gone through the windshield on the passenger side and through the head rest..where I would've been. As soon as I turned 18 and graduated I moved out.
Things have been great with them ever since. They stuck through it. They've completely made a 180 and I couldn't be happier for them. They're happy to be around each other and according to my brother they don't argue at all anymore. I wish things had been like that when I lived there, but I'm just glad they've sorted out their shit. They called and asked me to grab them food when I got off work. When I got there they were all giggly and playing around with each other. I thought it was cute. That's kind of what created this post. Things always have a way of working out I guess.


Until next time




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