My mate Spencer’s mom used to slap him silly with me sat there in awkward silence. Made me appreciate my parents a whole lot more.
I wasn’t ever allowed to have friends over very often as a kid. I usually didn’t want to since you couldn’t see the floor for all of the trash and junk. But after my mom moved out when I was 17 she came over drunk while my roommates and friends were over. They left and I got thrown into the railing on my front porch.
This house has a lot of memories. It’s seen a lot of shit since we moved in when I was 13.
Mind you, my mom did the best she knew how. This entire family is fucked up.
WOW… Sorry you had to go through shit like that… So much trash and junk on the floor, was she a hoarder?
Thanks. No. Just very mentally ill. She has Borderline Personality Disorder. Plus she is an addict and, unbeknownst to me, was using for most of my childhood. It makes sense now, being in 7th grade and having to wake her up and dress her so she could take me to school. And 3rd grade, living just a few miles away, but her getting lost for an hour or two while taking me to school. It’s not so funny now.
I did not have a happy childhood. Both her and my dad (step dad) were addicts and drunks who beat on each other. Mom would take my bro and me to motels sometimes, when she had to get away from dad.
I got in contact with my biological father after a suicide attempt when I was 17. (17 was a bad BAD year). He hasn’t got all his screws. I try to avoid talking to him because I hate his promises that I now know are just lies.
My life has just been a fucking mess from the start, when mom and dad were homeless with me living with my father. (Mom finally took me back after he took my diapers back for beer). To mom and dad’s horrible divorce begun by him being handcuffed and drug out to a police car in front of me while my little bro hid behind the couch. To the YEARS of no one except Mimi believing me about the headaches (psychosomatic all the docs said because who would believe a teen girl.) To mom refusing to live in the house after she got out of the psych ward when I was 17.
That year I fucked myself up. It was right after my bf, Lee, raped me. My wrists are scarred to shit now… I remember one night I cut so badly and drank so much (thins the blood), I went out to have a cigarette and blood was just dripping from my wrists. Little rivers down my arms. I couldn’t stay standing and I was so so cold. I thought I was going to die. In fact I was glad. Sometimes I still wish I had. I crawled and staggered back inside and went to bed.
I had guys in and out for months because I didn’t think I was worth any more than that. I had a spot up past Lucky Peak. A huge bridge that I’d drive to every night, waiting for the courage to go over the edge. That kept on until I got pregnant once I was 18. My son saved my life.
Sorry. That kinda turned into a partial life story there….
Partial life story? I feel like I know you more than I know myself. I truly hope things are better for you now.
Lmfao. That made me laugh. Sorry. I can overshare at times. Lol. I’ve actually been thinking about writing a book. If things turn out well, at least.
And thank you. We’re working on it. I have a treatment coming up. Fingers crossed it works. My Mimi is paying 10 grand to send me to Italy and have the infusions. She came out of retirement to fund it. I would feel so guilty if it didn’t work enough.
Infusions? For your medical stuff?
Yup. Neridronate infusion therapy for the CRPS. They’ve only just started trials in the US, so my Mimi is taking me to Italy to have it done. We’ve been fundraising and she’s come out of retirement as my home health care worker to save up for it.
I’d be happy to donate. Do you have a Go Fund Me or something?
Not a go fund me, but a youcaring.com account. https://www.youcaring.com//khloebriglio-746621
I’ve raised almost enough for 1 treatment. 🙂
Wow… Your mimi is awesome
She’s amazing. Idk what I’d do without her. I’d certainly have lost my son without her help.
Dammit! Life’s fucked up, right… Anyway, looks like you didn’t do so bad after all, props to you!
I’m trying my best but… my health issues have given my kiddo some issues. There are a lot of nights I wish I hadn’t ever gotten past 17. If I could go back…
I meant that in the human sense: given the circumstances of your upbringing, you don’t seem like you’re a psycho or whatever, but rather a decent human being. Sure, we all have our issues, and I get that health and related issues can be very taxing. I have several conditions myself, but nothing really crippling on a daily basis. Though a couple of them could be lethal if left untreated for more than a few days at a time.
Well thank you. And health issues suck. I’m sorry you have to deal with any of it. 🙁
Bah! Provided I take my medication daily, nothing to fear. And other than brief occurences of pain and a very minor paralysis on my left leg (getting better now, full recovery expected) due to sciatica, I’m fully functional. Oh, and my left arm (hand, really) is only 95% functional since I got shot 15 years ago, but hey! life’s beautiful and full of surprises, and all that doesn’t keep me from doing what I like (aikido, exercising, weekly walks with my dad and kids…).
I’ve seen your youcaring.com page, but sadly, nothing I can do myself, as my credit card is not valid for some reason. Probz ’cause of banking regulations and and stuff not being compatible with my country’s. I’ll be sharing it, though. Good luck with your CRPS. I can’t pretend I understand what you go through, but as someone who was barely able to walk or even stand up for almost a whole year because of constant excruciating back an leg pain at the time, I can relate and yeah, pain is a bitch! Especially the electrifying kind, which I still get occasionally.
So you can understand some. It’s nice when someone can. Even though I’d never wish it on another. I know that electrifying pain. It’s one of the most common. It’s in my leg and right arm rn from celebrating my son’s bday over the past few days. I borrowed too many spoons. Lol. I hope for both of us that something beaks. That something is figured out to relieve some of it so we can function normally.
Is that a stick figure hug? It’s the only thing I can think of, but I’ve never seen it before.
That’s what I found when I googled “stick figure hug”.
Yay! I guessed right. XD lmfao. I just had to make sure.
Spencer’s mom has got it going on! (Sorry, had to do it)