I wanted to share with you all that in the end we all made it out of this horror of a family home.
I have seven children total but this particular daughter although extremely smart has always been very naive.
As a child my mom was never able to pick “good men” and my stepfather was the epitome of that.
During even the darkest childhoods peppered with truama and chaos there are bright glimpses of normal.
Then the second surprise of the day occurred, I was again offered a position to be a sugar baby. Was I posted on some sugar baby bulletin board in the dark web?
My grandfather was my hero. He is the reason I knew how I wanted my life to end up. My Best Memory.
I wanted everyone around me to validate my feelings. But emotions suck. PTSD