Another safe place for me was my grandma and grandpas, "mamas and papas" Every other weekend I would go there. I'd be allowed to eat whatever I want and just be my own person. I wasn't allowed to be my own person at home. I loved those weekends. We would wake up early, go eat breakfast, go to flea markets or to the mall. Mama and papa spoiled me. They knew something was wrong. Papa hated that we moved away. But they were powerless.
I was constantly getting questioned both there, about how home life was and how Hellen treated me. Papa always spoke his mind.
I made the mistake of talking of those things to Hellen and for three years, literally until she got out of the picture, I was kept from my Mama and Papa. My heart broke, existential hell continued. I lost my escape from Hell at home.
During that time, they snuck contact with me and snuck me lunches and stuff through my childhood friend who was also their neighbor. I wanted to run away, I had it all planned out. The school (elementary school) wasn't too far from their house. But I never did it because I was scared and knew the consequences would be dreadful.
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Her Inner Strength
SpiritualThis is just details of my life. Me just trying to recall and work through things. I hope someone, somewhere can relate. But I'm more or less treating this as a public journal of the story of my life. The events may not be in order, they're just my...
