Hell
Im tired of my sister and I living in fear due to her bf's pyschotic rages. This past saturday i woke up early like at 7 and started cleaning just cause i didnt feel good and wanted to get it out of the way. Couple hours later, i hear something getting broken and yelling so i went upstairs yelling what the hell is going on? Ryan goes downstairs and my sister sits herself on the on the couch crying. I ask her whats going on and what happened now? She told me ryan with the hot iron went up to her and held it 1 inch from her flipping face!! All because he was upset with himself for not going to his daughter's 5th birthday dinner and because Susie wanted to return one of her gifts because we all are broke and she wanted to buy some groceries. I went with her to drop off ryan at his baby's mama's house for her birthday bash with her little friends because we were scared of what could happen on the ride there. He is a monster and im so afraid that he will really hurt susie. I have one friend to go to about this, all of my other friends are gone. Me and my sister are alone in this hell. We have one more month to survive this and were outta here. Hes going to move into Daves and my sister and i are getting a place and making sure he doenst know where it is. When we go down there this weekend for my nephew's 1st birthday bash, its going to be so hard not telling my parents whats going on because we have literally like no money and now that kevin left, coming up with an additional $600 is crazy. I hope in my life this is the hardest and craziest thing i have to go through. I just wish i could really inhale and exhale but i feel up against this wall, i cant explain, and having no friend support sucks a ton too. I miss my divas i really do and i wish we could have coffee talk and be goofy and i would get out of this mental rut thats tearing me down, but its not like that and i have to just make do. I dont know if this is making me weaker or stronger, i just need to drive away and not look back.