Tuesday

Yeah, my dad tells men to go to my house without me knowing. I get treated like I’m crazy for telling them to get out.

Nothing new, but always awful.

There are large parts of my childhood that I don’t remember at all. I tried to get information last year and was met with contempt and anger and no answers.

The only early memories are of my brother, Brian, tormenting me. Yes, I know siblings tease. He didn’t, there was no love. He and his friends enjoyed terrifying toddler me. We had a shared attic bedroom. They’d call me over and scare me or expose themselves. Of course I had night terrors.

When I was a little older. I spent most of my time isolated in my room. I was bullied at school because I was already vulnerable. So I was alone a lot. I remember the fear I felt when someone would try to come in my room. I’d run and hold it closed or slam it hard. The thought of anyone in my room was awful even then. Those people were never kind to me.

I’m still having to defend myself from men trying to force themselves into my home. Why? When I say no it’s not an invitation for you to keep trying to find reasons or excuses to make me let you in. It’s just NO.

I’m sick to my limits of people coming to my personal space to be bullies. I will never be okay with any of this. Someday I will have money for lawyers and just have them officially stop creepy people. Take action where I can and have a safe home.

I found a place to file a report about the most recent trespassers. I had other things I wanted to do with that time. If I could get justice for all of my wasted time I would without hesitation.

I’m surrounded by hot and sleepy pups. Angels in earth 🐶❤️🐶❤️

I am forced to waste so much of my time on abusers and creeps. When all I want is to be left alone to enjoy the beauty of animals and plant some plants.

At least once in my life I want some of these abusers to face consequences.

It’s too hot to do much outside anyway. But I keep trying to be free of those kind of people so I can start building the life I’ve spent a lifetime trying to get to

That’s all this afternoon

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