Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.

Everything started when my mom remarried. I was such a happy kid. I liked her new husband. Until he changed completely. As soon as they got married. That always seems to be the case. He ruined me. He beat me almost daily. I went to school with black eyes often. Luckily people believed that I was just clumsy. I told my dad that this was happening, and begged him to get full custody so I could escape the hell house. All he had to say was “I don’t want to start a war with your mother…” Thanks dad. I guess it’s better that I get my ass kicked than if you go to court a few times.
My mom saw the whole thing happening. She stepped in once or twice, but it didn’t stop. She never made it stop. She tried to make things work with him.
I’ve been alone since I was 5.
That’s never changed. The only time I ever let someone in completely, if you saw my last post, that didn’t end well either. We were together a little less than a year. And I was happy then. Or so I thought.
So why try if I know I won’t let it happen? Subconciously, I know I’ll never let anyone in completely again. I’ll run away. Like always.