Crazy Summer
I don't usually do this....and I'm not looking for anyone to feel sorry for me, because I can handle it. I guess I just need some reassurance and I'm hoping that my adrenaline will slow if I share this with my favorite people. My step father is particularly abusive but it isn't usually directed at me. Usually it's my little brother, who is by no means little, that is fending him off (and considerabley well I think.) But he actually attacked me this time. If you know me well and most of you should, you know that I won't back down even if I stand very little chance of winning...a character flaw I suppose but I can't handle being controlled...physically or mentally. So he tried to restrain me and I pushed past him. I would have made it just fine but my Mom was standing there and she wasn't about to let him put his hands on me so she did what she could to get him off. It all happened so fast. All I knew was that I wasn't going to let him push my Mom around because she tried to defend me so I did what I could to get him off of her. Mom came out of the fight with a bruised handprint around her arm and I have a cherry on my cheek. I'm proud of my battle scar because it proves that he isn't the person that he's convinced the community he is but I wish I had the opportunity to flaunt it around town. I guess if I did, the people around here would make up some story about how I deserved it or how I made it up....it's a recurring cycle. I really shouldn't be concerned about what these people think....they aren't good people, that's probably why they spend so much time trying to convince the community they are. All I know is that Curt and Wells are the best things to happen to me. You've restored my view of people and for that, I can't thank you all enough.
Morgan
Morgan