I was just about dead, after two psychoses in where i was tortured by them and homelessness, beatings, untreated disease while homeless, humiliation, knives being held to my throat, my car being stolen, alot of things happened.
After all of this i was able to move in with family, it was so painful and i finally escaped it.
You know what my brother says to me one day?
“You ruined my childhood.”
Sorry bro, i really am sorry that i exist and i would not if i had not been forced to.
I spent the next few years trapped by them. The abuse didn’t stop. Out of the frying pan and into the other frying pan.
Just my being there ruined his childhood he says, i wasn’t even bad to him.