- Dec 28, 2018
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About late November 2016 my uncle informed me that my aunt whom I used to live with had died.
I used to live with them and they used to be my guardians. They were very highly strict and overbearing, and my aunt, Dorothy, used to have all manner of being strict and eventually just downright ruling with an iron fist:
She had unrealistic expectations. When she gave me something to do, she wanted it done right the first time.
She always assumed I was responsible for getting myself in trouble at school when of was people setting me up to be in trouble. This happened in spades. And she never took my side.
I was always being punished for the wrong reasons.
She was a huge fan of telling me "no" and "because I said so" when there was no need for it.
She used to hit me with a belt. Not spank. Hit.
She forced me to sit there while she used her thumbs to try and pop the pimples on my face. It was searingly painful and she never believed me on it. She wouldn't stop for HOURS while I screamed until I was hoarse.
There was a myriad of ways she controlled my life and when I turned 16, the legal age for being legally considered an adult in NC, she tried to stop my mother from coming to get me when I called her in secret.
I came home to my mother after that. When I finally got the news...
I didn't cry.
I didn't send condolences.
I didn't pray for her everlasting peace.
I cursed her name.
I got on her Facebook wall and I put a simple message on there:
"Dearest aunt Dorothy,
BURN
IN
HELL."
Why am I telling you this? Because I am an honest person and I believe in honesty. If I am honest with you all you should be able to trust me more. I don't know if I'm breaking any rules by posting that, but you have to understand I put up with her abuse for three years. And not everyone in my family liked her either. Personally, I didn't want her to go to hell, I didnt hope she did. But after all the times I lied to her I figured I may as well tell one final truth.
My uncle and I haven't spoken since. I don't care why.
I don't hate that she died evil. I hate that she LIVED TO PUNISH ME.
If I have broken any rules, please inbox me and correct me.
I used to live with them and they used to be my guardians. They were very highly strict and overbearing, and my aunt, Dorothy, used to have all manner of being strict and eventually just downright ruling with an iron fist:
She had unrealistic expectations. When she gave me something to do, she wanted it done right the first time.
She always assumed I was responsible for getting myself in trouble at school when of was people setting me up to be in trouble. This happened in spades. And she never took my side.
I was always being punished for the wrong reasons.
She was a huge fan of telling me "no" and "because I said so" when there was no need for it.
She used to hit me with a belt. Not spank. Hit.
She forced me to sit there while she used her thumbs to try and pop the pimples on my face. It was searingly painful and she never believed me on it. She wouldn't stop for HOURS while I screamed until I was hoarse.
There was a myriad of ways she controlled my life and when I turned 16, the legal age for being legally considered an adult in NC, she tried to stop my mother from coming to get me when I called her in secret.
I came home to my mother after that. When I finally got the news...
I didn't cry.
I didn't send condolences.
I didn't pray for her everlasting peace.
I cursed her name.
I got on her Facebook wall and I put a simple message on there:
"Dearest aunt Dorothy,
BURN
IN
HELL."
Why am I telling you this? Because I am an honest person and I believe in honesty. If I am honest with you all you should be able to trust me more. I don't know if I'm breaking any rules by posting that, but you have to understand I put up with her abuse for three years. And not everyone in my family liked her either. Personally, I didn't want her to go to hell, I didnt hope she did. But after all the times I lied to her I figured I may as well tell one final truth.
My uncle and I haven't spoken since. I don't care why.
I don't hate that she died evil. I hate that she LIVED TO PUNISH ME.
If I have broken any rules, please inbox me and correct me.