Tag: Children

If I was going to pretend to be ill.

I’d at least pretend to have an illness that people actually believe is real.

Instead of trying to constantly persuade and convince people just how fucked up I am, for so long, from psychiatric drug damage.

I hear this loudly , painfully for the X who told our sons that I no longer wanted to Mother them anymore .. An outward expression of his own lack , feeling no responsibility at all, it was a choice . Not interested , and helpless in my forced addiction, I knew if I followed my instincts, I’d be arrested or put away in an asylum…

I had realized his absolute control, connections and intentions of unaliving me , ignoring our sons , as they were adulted in friendship and sacred unity that included a trauma bond …