I hear it all the time. People continue to tell me… “you’re nothing without your story, you’re so afraid to tell your story, nobody cares about you unless they know your story!!”
“Mother described an incident in which she was out of town for a bachelorette party and Father was with the children. She said Father told her he locked himself and the children in a bathroom at Fry’s. She said, “He was shaking and screaming. I was in Vegas and couldn’t do anything about it. I told him just to go home with the kids…”…
Mother said this “sparked a massive fight.” She said Father was yelling that she was going to hell and told her he saw her as having four faces.
According to Mother, she called the police while Father begged her to call an ambulance instead of the police because he was having a mental breakdown. Mother said this incident led to their separation.”
You know what happens when I tell my story?!
Pain.
Now I’m doing better.
And I still pay the price for lies and defamation and manipulation and greed.
Come what may.
Amen.