When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive