My birth mother drank heavily every day especially when she was carrying me. No one held her accountable because I was a "rainbow" baby born after the death of my older sibling.
I was born with delays due to fetal alcohol syndrome. When they were diagnosed she left, came back, neglected me severely enough child services removed me from her custody.
My Dad remarried but she always made it clear her kids came first. When I met a predator with many red flags ("I have had blackouts due to drinking". "I beat up my ex but she had it coming". "My ex has a restraining order on me". "I borrowed $1,000 from a woman and didn't pay her back") I told her about him. When she found out he'd made sure he couldn't have kids she pushed me at him. I found out he was seeing other women and she talked me into staying with him.
She told me later the experts had told her I wouldn't be able to live on my own. She was desperate to get rid of me. He was 20 years older than me. I was 17.
So I ran off with him. Things were very bad. I moved to Texas to get away from him, he quit his job and followed me.
He drank, verbally abused me, always threatening to throw me out in the street. I knew my stepmom wasn't taking me back. He had said we'd get married. He didn't.
My faith has always been very important to me and I knew I was letting Him down.
Ron started his own business. He was blind and had ongoing issues with employment. He talked me into quitting my office job and working for him. For the rest of his life he held that over me: he controlled all the money and gave me a small allowance. I was stuck.
Then he got run over by a pickup truck while walking to work. He was actually dead on scene. I spoke to the paramedic and he confirmed. He also said it was the worst accident he'd ever seen. They got him back.
Ron's family would have rather he died. I had to beg his father to consent to lifesaving surgery as his mother said no and I had no legal rights. His family treated me very badly: we were at odds. They wanted "easy" I wanted what was right for Ron. His Dad signed Ron over to me and I took him home.
Ron had pretty major injuries. He'd had a stroke so his right side didn't work. He also had ongoing and very painful back issues. He'd had pretty much the worst head injury you can without opening the skull so he had issues with that. It sort of made him autistic he couldn't handle things like going to the store or out to eat.
Back to me. I had battled severe depression my whole life.
Going to continue in the next post.
I was born with delays due to fetal alcohol syndrome. When they were diagnosed she left, came back, neglected me severely enough child services removed me from her custody.
My Dad remarried but she always made it clear her kids came first. When I met a predator with many red flags ("I have had blackouts due to drinking". "I beat up my ex but she had it coming". "My ex has a restraining order on me". "I borrowed $1,000 from a woman and didn't pay her back") I told her about him. When she found out he'd made sure he couldn't have kids she pushed me at him. I found out he was seeing other women and she talked me into staying with him.
She told me later the experts had told her I wouldn't be able to live on my own. She was desperate to get rid of me. He was 20 years older than me. I was 17.
So I ran off with him. Things were very bad. I moved to Texas to get away from him, he quit his job and followed me.
He drank, verbally abused me, always threatening to throw me out in the street. I knew my stepmom wasn't taking me back. He had said we'd get married. He didn't.
My faith has always been very important to me and I knew I was letting Him down.
Ron started his own business. He was blind and had ongoing issues with employment. He talked me into quitting my office job and working for him. For the rest of his life he held that over me: he controlled all the money and gave me a small allowance. I was stuck.
Then he got run over by a pickup truck while walking to work. He was actually dead on scene. I spoke to the paramedic and he confirmed. He also said it was the worst accident he'd ever seen. They got him back.
Ron's family would have rather he died. I had to beg his father to consent to lifesaving surgery as his mother said no and I had no legal rights. His family treated me very badly: we were at odds. They wanted "easy" I wanted what was right for Ron. His Dad signed Ron over to me and I took him home.
Ron had pretty major injuries. He'd had a stroke so his right side didn't work. He also had ongoing and very painful back issues. He'd had pretty much the worst head injury you can without opening the skull so he had issues with that. It sort of made him autistic he couldn't handle things like going to the store or out to eat.
Back to me. I had battled severe depression my whole life.
Going to continue in the next post.
