This thanks giving was one of the worst I’ve ever had. Wyatt and I have been dating for 8 months but have known one another and secretly been in love for 2 years. We come from two very different families. He comes from a well put together and loved family. Never really known heart break. I on the other.. my parent divorced when I was 10, my mom moved states away in the middle of the night. My dad became a drunk and would beat the living hell out of me almost every night but eventually he got a girlfriend and stopped coming home all together. When i was 12 my brothers best friend (a 17 year old) took in the woods behind his house and and forced me to do this I didn’t want to and beat me up pretty bad. He told me if I ever told anyone no one would believe me because I was an attention seeker since no one loved me and he’d do the same thing to my Bestfriend who is like my little sister. When I was 14 I watched my neighbor and my good friend (he was 17 ) get shot in the side of the head walking home from school. (I grew up in Chicago so that was tough as is..) DCYF took me and placed me with my mom and my brain made all this trauma disappear until I was 19 ( 3 years ago) I had an abusive boyfriend who had said “dance puppet” to me and I blacked out and started having these weird memories. After going to therapy I remembered everything that had happened to me and developed dangerous depression. Now here I am, 23 with so many issues dating a boy who’s family looks at be like

Filth. I have depression that comes and goes. Some times its days or weeks or even months.

I recent went through a bad spill with my depression and just slept and couldn’t eat. I was a mess, now picture this, I’m at my boyfriends dinner table for thanks giving. Pale skin, darken eyes, can’t smile, can’t eat, just want to sleep. I sat there and tried my best to be a fun person to be around and all the sudden his mother slammed her wine glass down and says “why are you wasting your time with such a lazy slag that can’t even brush her own damn hair. You’re shamming your last name and if you breed with her you will be wasting my genetics.” My heart sank.. not what I needed to hear.. it was silent for two minutes that felt like hours.. no one even picked up a fork. All the sudden my boyfriend stands up and says

“My girlfriend, my beautiful unique girlfriend has depression. Depression that will never go away and she does her absolute best to put a smile on just to make me happy. My girlfriend is a warrior and I don’t give a fuck what any of you have to say, I don’t care if you ever talk to her or I again. You will never disrespect my future wife in front of me again. Do any of you in this room know what it’s like to be a war with yourself? To have a mental war going on all the time. No? Then shut the fuckup and sip your cheap wine and buss off my girlfriend. She is kind, beautiful, strong, smart, funny, and most of all she is what makes love. She’s one of a kind never to be replaced and I’m the luckiest man alive to have her. Thank you for this meal but we’re leaving now. We’re going to take a nap.”

His mother has done nothing but bully me since we started dating. My hair wasn’t long enough or shinny enough, my nails were too short, she didn’t like my nose. Would always threaten me and tell if I ever had kids with her son she’d kick me in the stomach and if they lived through that than she would recognize them as her family. Just a wicked woman and he’s never been around to see the abuse she gives me. I didn’t want to say anything to make him upset with her. It’s his mother after all.. but I guess she’s said a few things to him as well, apart from that night.

Thank you for reading I just had to share.