magni

This is a long story.

I had to ask my mother for a little money. I never talked to my mother much. She didn't raise me. I was bitter that she didn't. For the last couple of weeks I had been starting to think that perhaps my father was a little abusive psychologically and maybe that's why.

So on top of asking for change I told her my thoughts. I got back an e-mail back from her (about two hours ago) with all of this information about how he was abusive. How he liked his women crazy and he said so, and how he talked about how he choked his first wife, Ann. How he said he could hide me from her so she just let him have me.

I was stunned, I had finally figured it out. But also thought, didn't he tell me his first wife's name was Mary? I tried to get her to e-mail me back and tell me whether my father murdered someone or not but I got no response from her. I was flipping out. Finally I got a hold of her by phone, and thank god he didn't.

I was raised by this man and I lived in his version of things for all of my life. However I must have taken the red pill, because I live in a different world now.