Being here makes me miss my mom and grandma so bad. It makes me hate my half sister Beth Sisler so much more I could strangle her, but I'm so much better off by pretending the homicidal/suicidal by diabetes person she is doesn't exist than worry of her daily. That sounds so harsh, but my ex-husband and I spoiled her to death that my oldest son turned out just like her both in violence and arrogance. It's the most horrifying story a mother can tell but it haunts me so bad. I can never apologize enough to my oldest boy Chris that his entire family died, that cared for him so much, I'm just so sorry i wasn't mother enough to handle death, divorce by unfaithfulness and him beating me and telling everyone it was my fault despite not a drop of blood or a millimeter of swelling. Where I lay now is 2 rooms from where he nearly killed me and set off a horrific series of medical events in 2016 caused by his fathers abandonment. I'm so happy to be in my hometown, but it's killing me too. I had to vent.
Originally posted on Facebook on July 12, 2019.
