To My Niece

Since, as you do on FaceBook and taking after the chichenshit ways of your parents, you prefer to scream and yell in caps where the people you are yelling at can't reply, you get this, kid.

First of all Michael IS my nephew. Regardless of blood, my brother claimed him as his son on his birth certificate. That makes him MY nephew. Your father then threw him away like trash, so don't try to sound all high and mighty about your father. I RAISED that kid with your Memaw more than your mother and father EVER did. Second, how do I know Michael didn't do the things he was accused of as a kid? Because, unlike you, I was an ADULT at the time and privy to several pieces of information which were presented to the court by your lying mother and her scummy cousin which were LIES. Who am I supposed to believe, little girl? The child raised by a vindictive and manipulative mother who thought it was perfectly okay to beat on little children just because she didn't squeeze them out of her fat little body? Do you know Michael and his sister CONSTANTLY showed up at my house with welts and bruises on them telling me that your mother had been beating on them? And who else would it have been since they hadn't been with their mother and the bruises were fresh? Do you know that your mother constantly sent  you kids to her family KNOWING that members of her own family had molested her? Or has she just conveniently neglected to tell you these things so she can further warp your perception of things? Do you know those molesters in her family have STILL not been punished for the things they did to her AND to Michael's sister? The courts used FALSE ACCUSATIONS from when he was a child to prosecute Michael as an adult. Just FYI, little girl, that's illegal.  You want to know why the bitch he was married to accused him of this shit EIGHT YEARS after the fact? Oh, it could be because he was making something of himself without her and was planning to get the kids away from her ASAP because she's unfit.  Yeah, I've talked to MY nephew, kid. He's been put in jail with NO EVIDENCE and with your mom telling his ex exactly what to say because she's done it to him once already. How convenient.

 I am well aware of what occurred with Michael and his sister when they were kids. In fact Memaw and I spoke with them both about it at the time fairly extensively.  You want to know why that happened? It happened because your moronic father left pornography where kids could get to it. They were experimenting with what they saw on one of his filthy videos while you kids had been left in the house ALONE. Don't try to convince me how wonderful your parents are. You didn't have to grow up with my brother. You didn't have to put one of your nephews out of a SECOND STORY window to save him from being beaten to a pulp by his apparently coked up uncle. Do you know I had to protect your Memaw from your scum-sucking daddy? He would drink and snort all of his paychecks and then want to come over to Memaw's to take HER money for the things you kids needed. I was having to spend MY paychecks paying Memaws bills for her because she was so in debt from giving your moronic parents money. Oh, you probably don't remember that because you were the mewling baby in diapers he was using to guilt her into giving him money. You probably only remember the fairy farts and sunshine your mommy has been blowing up your ass since you were old enough to understand words.

So, yeah, I'm the bad evil person in the family since I'm the only one who has recovered from alcoholism and drug addiction. It's not YOU people who have nothing to do with ME. It's quite the opposite. When I got clean I had to cut out ALL people who still participated in my addictions OUT of my life. Unfortunately, that meant I also couldn't really spend time with the kids  I cared about because it meant dealing with the parents. Once your Memaw died, I didn't have to go to family functions to make her happy anymore, so I was able to finally make the cut that allowed me to recover from being a pre-teen to adult alcoholic and druggie. So, don't come on here trying to tell me what a horrible person I am, little girl.  I've had enough contact with different parts of the family over the last several years to know that almost all of them still drink to avoid reality and that some of them still do drugs and lie through their teeth about it. Yeah, such good Christian households! It's no wonder I fled and became Pagan. *smirk*

So, little girl, how dare YOU come onto my blog telling me I'm crazy when you don't even know the real truth about what your parents come from. You don't believe what's written on this blog? Go ask some of your older female cousins about what my father did to them. Go ask my half sister what he did to her. I'm not crazy. I woke up and got access to the memories my own mind shielded me from because a 5-year-old little girl usually isn't well equipped to deal with the fact her dad is a pedophile. You, unfortunately, grew up sucking down the bile your mother has always had for kids she didn't give birth to and learning how to be just like her. What I know of her from having been under the same roof with her and having to deal with the fallout of her actions is this: She is a liar. She will do wrong and outright LIE about it even when you hold the evidence up in front of her face. She uses people to the point of bankrupting them for her own gain. She is only happy when everyone around her is as miserable as she is inside. She thinks it's perfectly okay to beat on a kid half her size with a broom handle if it's a stepchild. She's a vindictive and immature little worm who will do anything to "get back at" people she doesn't like, even things like denying a grandmother visitation with her grandchildren when she refuses to give her money. So, forgive me if I can't exactly stand behind someone who, for all intents and purposes, has turned out to be just like her and is still manipulated by her. I've still got parts of my childhood I can't remember because of the shit I grew up with in this family. I can only assume that those times were worse by far than what I CAN remember. Isn't it convenient  that you can remember every tiny detail because they were fed to you since you were little to the point you have come to believe the bullshit you were fed.