Emaciated

So if I simplify what happened in my lifetime, I would have a short story coming out for you, but I don’t. This will be a long story, so get ready. I was just a baby when everything started. I lived in a yellow, mediterranean home in a small town in Wisconsin. Sounds great right? No, not when it’s always empty and only accompanied at night. Between my parents fighting, going to marriage counseling, working eleven hours a day, and having to deal with my entire family falling apart I was everyone’s safe place. A place they could go to get closure they’re doing at least mediocre in this simulation of ups and downs. It wasn’t until I was more of a burden than a person was when everything changed. Thrown into a cheap daycare from 3:05 after school to six at night where my step dad came to pick me up. The step dad that brought his two abusive sons just to add on to where I was at. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that the marriage therapy didn’t do shit, so my dad called off their marriage. My mom worked three jobs, and I was utterly ignored and as irrelevant to the world as a common rock in the middle of the forest. Seen, ignored, yet something people don’t seem to totally forget about until it’s a little bit later than late.

Notes

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