04/05/2026
I grew up in a very scary reality.
Not the reality most people experienced in the 90s, and not the world I will ever let my own children experience.
Most people my age complain about how their parents whooped their assā¦.
Gosh I wish it was only assbeatings that I received! Though I did endure many of those, and watched my mom get beaten for over a decade.
When I was my daughterās age I was taken from my mom (unknowingly) by a man.
Not child protective services trying to protect me from my m**h addicted parents. A fu***ng stranger.
I was taken hostageā¦ by a man that wanted my momās attention, another drug addict.
The only memory I have of this āexperienceā is when he drove us up Casper Mountain (Wyoming) and parked us at a spot we could see the city lights (it was late at night).
He had gotten me some snacks and a soda. We sat there all night. I donāt remember anything else beyond that.
Was I sexually assaulted? Idk
Was i scared? Not that I recall, because I had already lived through so much trauma and abuse, as far as I could tell he was a saint, he fed me and took me away from the nightmare.
Do I still blindly believe people are good to this day?
Unfortunately yes.
I am posting this as a piece of my own personal story. Not to complain, or point fingers. Not looking for sympathy, but to open peopleās eyes.
Donāt get me wrongā¦
I love my momma! She is still my best friend to this day. I donāt hate her or how she survived in those years during her addiction. I understand, I see why, especially as a single mom.
I am only sharing my story and trying to work through my own personal struggles.
Today I am struggling still. More so today than yesterday.
