I spent that night crying to my aunt. She tried her best to understand me. She called my mom Colleen and told her I was in her home. I guess she was told I had died years ago in a car accident. I informed her that I was told the same thing about her until my dad decided I was too much for him.
I wrestled with my cousin that night and I found out quick this family doesnt like opposite genders playing like that. I was already labled the first night In was there. I didnt know it until after I went to my moms. I got yelled at instead of being showered with love. I was told "just because your fathers incest doesnt mean you can be with my nephew". I thought wrestling with your family was normal. I had no idea what the hell incest even meant.
After a moment my mother realized that she was harsh too soon she changed her attitude and told me she had my room all pretty. She really did. I had a canopy like bed. I had beautiful bedding and a full length mirror. Her boyfriend was my little brothers father and I thought I finally had a family. Everything that was normal for me was disgusting to them.
I sat on her boyfriends lap like I use to sit on my dads and Dales. Found out I was being a slut and a whore. I didnt understand. I tried my best to do what I could for her to love me. I kept trying to forget how I was raised but it was hard. REALLY hard. I had male friends growing up but that wasnt allowed here. I was a hussy if I was seen talking to boys. It got to the point where I didnt even want friends.
I got enrolled in school fairly quickly and I hated it. The kids were mean. I had a pretty name but didnt have the face to match. I hated how in a blink of an eye I ended up in this shit hole. I go home to hearing how I did everything wrong and how my little brother was so perfect. Not all was bad though. We had good times. Until the abuse started.