Well, alright. If you're brave enough to have ignored the trigger warning, then I suppose I'll tell you. Our story will begin a couple generations back, with my grandparents. My mothers side of the family (which is the side I'll be talking about here) was always batshit fucking insane, and my grandparents were never any different. The stories of my grandparents are all secondhand accounts, since they apparently mellowed out a lot after I was born. Because of this, the stories about them will be less stories and more along the lines of "hey, they did this, isn't that fucked?". My grandparents were always very abusive towards my mother and her siblings. They were beaten until they couldn't stand, fed bland, tiny portioned meals, and punished for things no child should ever be punished for. But the discourse in the house didn't stop with the children, as my grandparents hated each other just as much as their children. They tried to kill each other more than once, and sometimes others got hurt in the crossfire. My mother got the fuck out of there when she was 13, moving in instead with my great grandmother. Unfortunately, the distance wasn't enough, as the entire neighborhood was and still is entirely family, and my great grandmother only lived just up the road from my grandparents. Despite this, my mother still didn't have to deal with all that shit every single day anymore, and her life improved drastically.
However, as I'm sure anyone can imagine, you don't have a childhood like that and come out of it unscathed. Her childhood turned her into a bitter, spiteful person, and when bitter, spiteful people raise children of their own, the cycle very often will end up being further perpetuated. I never believed my mother was downright abusive until fairly recently, in the grand scheme of things, and even then there were always times where I'd wonder if it was really her that was the issue, or me. I only realized that it wasn't just me when one day, when my boyfriend was over for a visit, he pulled me aside and told me that he understood what I meant now about my mother being abusive. Having someone else confirm it like that made me finally realize that it wasn't just me thinking she was abusive, it was her actually being abusive. It was at that point that things started clicking for me. When she hurled a cutting board at our glass stovetop and shattered it? That wasn't her having a bad day, that was her being abusive. On the multiple separate occasions she called me a pig? Same story. Time and time again, past incidents began making sense now that I knew I wasn't just looking at them through my own biased perspective. I do not believe she ever truly meant to hurt me, but intentions matter very little in situations like this. Though I consider myself quite lucky that I never had a childhood like hers, I still do not deny the fact that I have been abused, albiet not in the same way as her. Now then, what about my other family members?
I suppose we'll go to my aunt (my mother's sister) next. She's a woman who's never been able to take responsibility. She's made off with man after man after man. In 1987, she had a son with one of them, and instead of raising the child like a good mother, she pushed him off onto my mother, making her raise the child instead. This child was my cousin Trey. We'll come back to him soon, but for now, lets chronicle some of the other shit my aunt has done. She had horses in the early 2000's, but as you may have now come to expect, she pushed them off on my mother too and made her take care of them. One of the men she slept with sexually assaulted Trey, and she didn't believe him. My mom nearly killed the man who sexually assaulted him, but my dad held her back. Another one of the men she slept with was her cousin Randy. I actually knew that from experience, since she dated Randy when I was a kid. They literally met at a family gathering. For the record, we live in Tennessee, NOT Alabama. She's, if you'll pardon my use of the term, a good for nothing lazy bitch who can't do anything for herself. She claims shes hard up for cash and makes my grandparents pay her bills, but doesn't even show up for her job half the fucking time, and somehow has enough money to fuel her nicotine addiction and buy dogs. (I know that sounds weird but I swear at one point it felt like there was a new dog over there every other day.) Speaking of her dogs, she lets them literally destroy her house and does NOTHING about it. Her house is trashed and constantly full of dog piss and dog shit, and she just sits and lets it happen. She also has custody of my Second cousins (Trey's sons) due to the fact that their father is very unstable (more on that later) and their mother doesn't have custody of them for reasons I can't get into since my second cousins will likely see this webpage. My second cousins, Who's names are Cole and Isaiah, aren't taken care of at all by my aunt (who's name is Virginia). She lets them do whatever the hell they want and from what they tell me, barely even feeds them. She spends almost all of her time sitting on her ass doing nothing.
So now we'll talk about Trey. A lot of the information in this section is coming from my cousin Cole, who has much more firsthand experience with Trey than I do. Trey is schitzophrenic and refuses any treatment, which has turned him into a bad man. He's basically homeless because hes so volatile and unpleasant to be around that nobody wants him in their home. He has beaten many of the women he's been with. He's constantly standoffish and at times even violent over the slightest of things. He locked one of the women he was with in a room and left her there. She didn't live with anyone who would bother coming looking for her. Cole describes him as "a leech who uses us for food and shelter and doesn't even try to get himself out of his situation". He's also been on the run from the cops more than once, is constantly in and out of jail, and does hard drugs. I honestly don't know much about him because I try to stay the hell away from him.
Now we're coming to the end. Next up is my great aunt Betty. She's a stuck up, precious little bitch who doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself. When my great grandmother was in the hospital dying, Betty wanted to stop the doctors from treating her. This would have been almost acceptable if the doctors were out of ways to help, but they weren't . The doctors still had plenty they could do, and Betty wanted to stop them. Why, you may ask? She wanted inheritance. The most fucked part of the whole story is that my great grandmother didn't even want Betty to get any inheritance, but since she never had an official will written up, all of her kids including Betty got a chunk of her belongings. And to add insult to injury, Betty got the fucking house and moved one of my other cousins in, who's a whole other can of fucking worms. This page is already big enough, but just know that he is a terrible excuse for a human being. Then there's Betty's ex husband Joe, who was a child molester. I say "was" because thankfully the motherfucker's dead now. Her new husband Ted isn't much better though, because hes a violent asshole who likes shooting dogs.