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I need to say it where she can't find it.
They moved back home because life was too much in the south.
Before my parents came home from hawaii, they ate their food stoned, took the little things that are important in life, put all thier stuff in the garage without permission.
Changed the locks.
Lived at his parents: an argument ensued. She called my mom, but couldn't wait till she got out of work, so my stepfather picked her up, got the cops involved, got her stuff, moved her back home.
Taken too many drugs, stolen from parents, mike, tops, and more: hospitalization, psych ward.
Brought home, taken care of.
Small rules under their roof: He was not allowed in their house.
Mom gives her money for her anxiety medication: she spends it on an "emergency" phone.
Lives in our woods for a night to relax without the weed, calls him on the phone, he comes down on the property and get stucks. She calls mike to pull him out, mike calls the cops because of the rules he is trespassing. She leaves with him and the cops.
Breaks my mother's heart.
Rumors of abuse surface.
He is not welcome at my grandmother's thanksgiving table. Since he is a jahovah's witness it really shouldn't affect him. If he is not welcome, I'm not welcome. I stick by my man.
The whole family was there. I couldn't fly home to be with them. <3 passed around the table via telephone.
New apartment.
Fired next day because of showing her blade, her huge "protective" knife at work.
Gets the record player, a new couch from Pa and mom, nothing but love.
He throws cold water on her repeatedly, then smashes record player.
She is gaining weight faster than ever.
Growing, selling weed and mushrooms in the apartment.
The dog is its own story.
Christmas comes. I fly home. I bring the most sentimental presents by plane. Mom reminds her how beautiful she is and can be through photography.
She refuses Christmas eve at Grandma's and Christmas morning at our house.
We make special exceptions even though its not what we wanted to do at all, bring all her gifts to her apartment on the eve.
He is hiding upstairs.
She didnt buy gifts, she wrapped things from around her apartment she didn't want.
My little bunny change purse to her: This will be good for storing you know what.
Don't you dare use my gifts for your drug problem.
We go to leave, she wants my pin or trade it for the one she stole before.
I'll take my pin and my vinyl records.
"Well, sweetie... when you have your own record player you can come get them now that you know where I live."
Cuts like a knife.
I leave half the things there along with any hugs or kisses she could have had/used.
Straight to the car, full of rage, my fists clenched and my eyes burn with tears.
Two days later answering machine message from him: She is somewhere in the apartment trying to kill herself and if we care at all we will do something about it. Mom sent the cops there. Arrested and thrown in the back of the cop car taken to hospital psych ward. Checks herself out, right back to him.
I call with renewal and unacceptable behavior comments, but before I even get more than two sentences out of my mouth, hangs up on me. I'm done. That was my straw and I don't have a strong back.
He throws her through a door, or pushes her into a wall, she runs down the stairs straight to the cops. Stays in a domestic abuse shelter. Next day right back to him.
Nodular goiter, biopsy to come.
An altercation at the food pantry. Def words, arrest. Might have laid her hands on the woman, so she needs an escort.
How long does it have to go before you notice that you need help?
People give and give and give and this is what happens? You walk all over them, abuse them and hurt them?
Who are you, where did my other go?

Everyday I ache for who you were, and worry about who you become.


you break my heart like no one else can


I pray that a force of a program, a change will be taken seriously so we can have you back.