Today marks a 14 year anniversary for me. I've been having worse PTSD stuff lateky and I think this is why! Today I feel like sharing part of my story. Here goes. It's gonna be long but good for me.

It's been 14 years since I left an a his eyes childhood home. I ran away. I left my dad in the abuse at the hands of my step mother. She's evil.

I told my dad I was leaving and if he tried to say no I wouldn't come home one day and he'd never see me again! He agreed. My boyfriend knew. I packed all my things when they were gone on a Friday and when they left again that day I made my move. My boyfriend Daniel helped. I ran to my grandmas house and my granny didn't know I was even coming. My sister lived there and helped.

The stepmother showed up. She said I had to come home in two hours. We called the cops. I was so scared. My family called too. A detective showed up.
Long story short I got to stay. I met my little sisters for the first time. I saw my mom for the first time in six years. My storm other had isolated us as much as she could and I hadn't seen anyone in my family for years! I was numb. M

I got my family but lost my dad. I wasn't allowed to see him anymore. He died two years later.

I'm free but still chained to the nightmares and flashbacks of everything she did to us. This is a PG rated post. One day I'll move past this.