The bad thng about all of this is that my sister has no memory of any of this. I wouldn't expect here to as she was just to young to be able to tell what was going on. Also don't forget, she got treated very well, never got hit or beaten, had closets full of clothes while I had very little in the way of clothes or toys.
It's not her fault that she doesn't know any of this. Lol, reason I don't speak to her is that she has the attitude my mother raised her with. Queen of the world and you had better do what she says and act the way she says or incurr her wrath. She can't intimidate or control me so she gets very angry and upset about it. Heh, no one controls or intimidates me and hasn't since I was eight years old.
It's as if we were raised by different mothers. We weren't but she has a very hard time believing her wonderful mother was such a rotten bitch to me. She has no clue that most of this happened and she probably never will have. Unless I let her read this some day. That's doubtful unless my cousin gives her the url after I'm dead.
After my mother got divorced fro my father she used to tell me he wasn't my father and she didn't know who was. What she failed to understand about that was no matter how much it hurt me it also made her out as somewhat of a slut. I confirmed that thru some of her old friends and enemies when I was in my early twenties.
Surpise, surprise, most of the people I talked to about her said that's why my dad used to beat her. He caught her with other guys a few times. MOF she was sleeping with my future stepfather before she left town and got divorced. While I don't know for a fact it might be why she didn't have her other boys either but I do know she didn't want boys so she may have just dumped them on her first ex and ran off.
To my sister my mother was perfection and to me she was the worst bitch that ever lived. It's no wonder she has problems believing any of this.
Another thing my mother did was to put my father down all of the time. Every bad thing you could say about someone she said about him, to me. When the "I don't know who your father is" didn't work to well to hurt me anymore she changed her tactics. After that she'd tell me I was just like my father and belittle me for it.
What she didn't know was that if it pissed her off it made me very proud to be considered just like my father. While he beat me he didn't treat me near as bad as she did. Of course he didn't do anything about it either but if I had a choice who to be like I preferred it to be him rather than her.
Meanwhile I was still being mentally, physically and sexually abused and it continued for years. Now I'm 60 and the old crap still has an effect on my life. Just another reson why child abuse is such a bad thing
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