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2023-01-16 16:44:23 (UTC)

Then there were two....

With many years of abuse, I'm going to leap forward to when I was 4th grade maybe, idk anymore. My mom and her husband spent many days and nights away from home leaving me in charge of my little brother. Now, my stepbrother lived with us for a short time years prior but came to visit from time to time. I always had to babysit my little brother, even one time, my infant niece. Who does that? I mean, no little child should be responsible to care for babies. There was no room to be a child myself and if I did get to play I'm sure there was something they found reason to blame me for.
Back to my step brother, looking back at it now, I wonder if my step father and his son planned to sync together, to take advantage of my innocence, share notes. If it wasn't one, it was the other. Did my mother even suspect anything, ever? Maybe, but in my eyes she was blinded. Who could ever love her daughter more than her right? The love was just not the same. I do not remember anytime, when I was little, that my mom was ever a mom. She let everyone else in her life to look after me, that I can remember. Oh wait, she did put a bandaid on my thumb after the potato peeler took a chunk off my thumb. That's got to count for something right?