NearlyIrrelevantCake
The Cake Is A Lie
- Aug 12, 2021
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When I was 10yo, Mom dragged me thousands of miles away from where I grew up, so she could be closer to her family. It was just me, her, and my half-brother [referred to as HB from here on]. HB was 18yo and this was the only time I lived with him; it was only for a year.
This was the point where Mom stopped working because her lupus was getting too bad. Y'all know how horrendous it is trying to get on disability, so we were on welfare which is even less money to live on. We were in a one bedroom apartment. HB slept on a small cot in the kitchen, Mom and I shared a bed in the one bedroom.
I caught lice one time and it spread like wildfire [bad cliche to use atm?!] through the household. And ofc we all had long hair well past our shoulders, that sucks even more with lice. Mom tried to fix it cheap, just tons of combing and brushing and washing with water. She finally gave in and bought the medicated shampoo even though we couldn't afford it. Nothing worked, we had lice for months.
She just fucking snapped at one point and couldn't take it anymore. I guess it was obvious she was fucked up or maybe she told HB what she was going to do? because he physically restrained her and stopped her. She was going to take me downtown and drag both of us in front of a bus to kill us.
I guess she was only going to take me because HB was twice her size and already an adult. Easier to take the 10yo, y'know?
I wish HB hadn't stopped her. I wish I'd been killed before I became a cripple at 12yo.
Side note, Mom wanted to abort me when she was pregnant. My father forced her not to and always bragged to me that he saved my life. I hated him for that. I wish Mom was able to have bodily autonomy and had erased my existence before I was birthed.
This was the point where Mom stopped working because her lupus was getting too bad. Y'all know how horrendous it is trying to get on disability, so we were on welfare which is even less money to live on. We were in a one bedroom apartment. HB slept on a small cot in the kitchen, Mom and I shared a bed in the one bedroom.
I caught lice one time and it spread like wildfire [bad cliche to use atm?!] through the household. And ofc we all had long hair well past our shoulders, that sucks even more with lice. Mom tried to fix it cheap, just tons of combing and brushing and washing with water. She finally gave in and bought the medicated shampoo even though we couldn't afford it. Nothing worked, we had lice for months.
She just fucking snapped at one point and couldn't take it anymore. I guess it was obvious she was fucked up or maybe she told HB what she was going to do? because he physically restrained her and stopped her. She was going to take me downtown and drag both of us in front of a bus to kill us.
I guess she was only going to take me because HB was twice her size and already an adult. Easier to take the 10yo, y'know?
I wish HB hadn't stopped her. I wish I'd been killed before I became a cripple at 12yo.
Side note, Mom wanted to abort me when she was pregnant. My father forced her not to and always bragged to me that he saved my life. I hated him for that. I wish Mom was able to have bodily autonomy and had erased my existence before I was birthed.
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