I sort of wrote a short novel about the earlier parts of my life.

I did a session with my therapist where I just said I’m angry and I just vented about all the **** I’ve been through and my most recent interactions with difficult and abusive people and how my family literally twisted it just so they could accuse me of lying.

My aunt uses bullying and manipulation to get her way. It’s ironic she’s accused me of harassment when she has bullied and screamed at me and made accusations that are simply false.

I’m not the one going behind her back to a man who assaulted her to get intel on her. Like lady don’t mess with people like that.

As for the chapter on my aunt it’s undecided still. I find it almost humorous she goes on about karma because she’s going to wind up getting hers for playing games like that.