Evil stepmother

Disney level evil stepmother. There’s no better description.

There’s no nice way to describe Karen.

What kind of woman marries a man with a teenage daughter and feels she can treat that young girl as a nuisance. I was an isolated child. But the worst was coming home from school with Karen there. She was cold and mean.

I’d say something normal teenagers say like ‘there’s nothing to eat’ she’d respond with muttering how selfish, or just some sarcastic’ right, nothing at all’. Then go to her room and shut the door. Or I’d say nothing and she’d make noises and mutter and go to her room and shut the door. It was rare to have any general civility. Being a young kid I’d take food and cigarettes into the downstairs bathroom and stay on the phone with a friend.

Of course Ken, always with the fucking DARVO, would lecture me that I had to be nice to her because she was ugly and unpopular in high school.

WTF

Your child had chronic bronchitis all through childhood. Is scared to come out of the bathroom. Is always afraid to move, and is always alone.

I managed to convince him to come to a therapy session with me once.

I’m told him, in front of her, about Brian and his friends using exposing themselves as part of their ongoing terrorizing me when I was a toddler.

Ken responded by saying I needed to ingratiate myself to Brian if I want him to think about forgiving me. The therapist tried to get through to him that I was a toddler and the wronged party in this story. Nope- it’s my fault and I should be ashamed.

He also told us that it would upset Karen if he tried to be to much of a father.

Not a successful attempt at therapy with him.

This kind of abuse, neglect, and DARVO has been consistent throughout my life. They don’t and will not do anything else.

I was so lost and so confused all the time as a child.

When is be at a friends house and their parents had dinner ready, I’d wait in my friend’s bedroom. It didn’t occur to me that I would be wanted there. Deep in my child soul, I knew it would be wrong for me to join another family’s dinner. I was so convinced for all of my childhood and most of my life that I was wrong for existing at all. I have always been made to feel so unwelcome and so wrong in every action or word that I would take that I could not think someone actually wanted to know anything about me.

And these people still have no remorse. No accountability.

Karen is an abusive stepmother. Ken is a gaslighting, abusive father. Brian sexually assaulted me and terrorized me. Shannon is a selfish, self centered creep.

Everyone in that family who has turned away from what nightmares I have had to endure deserves to face whatever karmic consequences people who ignore abuse face.

How nice you have fun and parties with people who have actively shunned and slandered a scapegoat child.

You should feel shame. You don’t have my forgiveness. But I will keep trying to make you all face this. I’m done carrying it in isolation.