Fuck You, Round Two
I can't almost fucking believe what's happened, actually in this so-called family I can.
As some of you know, last year I shared a blog on one of the time that I was molested and expressed my outrage and disgust that my granddad would allow my uncle and his wife who not only protected the man who molested me and attempted to rape me into the house and force me to endure their presence, but he wouldn't even believe me. He told me that he believed me to be a liar and that he didn't care what happened or and I quote 'think happened'. Excuse me? I don't think, I know what happened. Today, once again, I was reminded of just how little I matter to my grandfather, the man who's wanting me to care for him and take care of all his fucking needs. The man he owes his life to, he wants to treat like shit. My patients are wearing thin with him and his bullshit.
The street-walker was to come over and collect him for an appointment he failed to tell me about. I'm supposed to go with him to any and all medical appointments, relay notes between the doctors and have notes ready for emergency medical response teams in case of an emergency. I'm responsible for his care, yet he doesn't seem to give a fuck, wandering away and opening me up to all sorts of trouble. How can he just go with her? How can he accept her help knowing what he first ex-husband did to me and tried to do to me? Then he tells me that I have no right to get angry. First, he puts me at risk because I'm responsible for him and then, the even bigger slap in the face having that fucking shit stain here, where I live and acting like she's done nothing wrong. She protected someone who abused me. She called me a lair and tried to have me discredited. How little must he really think of me to not believe me, to bring this woman and her husband into the house when it upsets me? Son or not, he allows him, the man who threatened to kill me if I went to authorities into the house. Allows him to look down on me, remind me of one of the worst nights of my life. This is supposed to be my home; a place where I have the right to feel comfortable and not have to suffer emotional distress. Even after all I did for him, continue to do for him, I'm still not worth the respect of him asking them to stay away. I really have no words for this. I'm angry, disgusted, but not even close to being surprised.
I have to continue to struggle and fight for survival with people that I shouldn't have to. And then those around me wonder why I'm so distrustful, bitter and aggressive. I need to be. It's no wonder why so many victims don't come forward because when they do shit like this sometimes happens.
LINKS
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anjathesickboy/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/darkdreamingdan
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/darkdreamingdaniel/
As some of you know, last year I shared a blog on one of the time that I was molested and expressed my outrage and disgust that my granddad would allow my uncle and his wife who not only protected the man who molested me and attempted to rape me into the house and force me to endure their presence, but he wouldn't even believe me. He told me that he believed me to be a liar and that he didn't care what happened or and I quote 'think happened'. Excuse me? I don't think, I know what happened. Today, once again, I was reminded of just how little I matter to my grandfather, the man who's wanting me to care for him and take care of all his fucking needs. The man he owes his life to, he wants to treat like shit. My patients are wearing thin with him and his bullshit.
The street-walker was to come over and collect him for an appointment he failed to tell me about. I'm supposed to go with him to any and all medical appointments, relay notes between the doctors and have notes ready for emergency medical response teams in case of an emergency. I'm responsible for his care, yet he doesn't seem to give a fuck, wandering away and opening me up to all sorts of trouble. How can he just go with her? How can he accept her help knowing what he first ex-husband did to me and tried to do to me? Then he tells me that I have no right to get angry. First, he puts me at risk because I'm responsible for him and then, the even bigger slap in the face having that fucking shit stain here, where I live and acting like she's done nothing wrong. She protected someone who abused me. She called me a lair and tried to have me discredited. How little must he really think of me to not believe me, to bring this woman and her husband into the house when it upsets me? Son or not, he allows him, the man who threatened to kill me if I went to authorities into the house. Allows him to look down on me, remind me of one of the worst nights of my life. This is supposed to be my home; a place where I have the right to feel comfortable and not have to suffer emotional distress. Even after all I did for him, continue to do for him, I'm still not worth the respect of him asking them to stay away. I really have no words for this. I'm angry, disgusted, but not even close to being surprised.
I have to continue to struggle and fight for survival with people that I shouldn't have to. And then those around me wonder why I'm so distrustful, bitter and aggressive. I need to be. It's no wonder why so many victims don't come forward because when they do shit like this sometimes happens.
LINKS
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anjathesickboy/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/darkdreamingdan
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/darkdreamingdaniel/
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