They bought a house after getting married... Since this is extremely long im gonna try to shorten it alot more... Lifes going on. Its bad. Moms always at work on the weekends, Tim is hine all weekend. He is the meanest most controlling person. Tim taught me one thing. "Hate" He would play mind games with all of us kids. Including his own... He would yell downstairs to us cause we had the rooms in the basement, going to run to the store ill be back. He knew we were kids and since we were always in the basement, he knew we would come upstairs. We were all kids. He knew exactly what he was doing. There were 5 of us. Me my brother and little sister, and then his daughter and son. He set 5 chocolate chip cookies on the table and 5 pops. Omg he left something nice for us? This is weird but we fell right into the trap. We got beat and thrown out for eating and drinking it. He left us outside for an entire day. I remember being outside and being kids and making a game out of it. We pretended and exaggerated that we were out in the wild. Like survivor. We found an old bucket in the woods that we all peed in. We all gave our jackets to my little sister. He was still pretty young and she was so cold that day. When Tim would cook us dinner when my mom was at work. He always just said " come eat" when the food was done and that's it... But anyways we had been outside all day long and all we ate was one cookie each. We were starving.. Suddenly we heard "come eat" from the house, we were way in the back yard. We were so happy.. We all talked about what we hoped he made for dinner... When we got to the house there was a gallon jug of water and a loaf of bread on the porch steps. Disappointment to say the least, after grams died we lived with this kind of stuff everyday. I never understood why he hated me so much personally. He targeted me alot. One time it was all 5 of us again. He went out and came home with 2 tents, hot dogs, Smores, sleeping bags ect... He set it all on the floor and said "Go set it all up" we were so excited. We put our tents up, we made our little rooms in our tents, we went in because we were ready for the fire. He told us to let him know when we were done so he could start our fire, when we came in to tell him. He lined us up and directed us to go right back outside and take our tents down. When we asked why, He pointed to me and said and you can all be mad at her because its because shes here.... That was all he said. We took the tents down.. He used to build us up eith excitement he loved doing that to tear us down. He used to buy us such nice expensive things just to take them away. We lived a double life, me and my family when he was over the road at work we were so happy. Me my brother sister and mom, in a nice huge house with all his money. We would have fun. Then as soon as he would come home we would scurry back to the basement like mice. Everything changed one day. I was in 8th grade. Me Tim and my mom were taking my mom to a Dr appointment... While she was in the back he looked at me and said "Youre so sexy and beautiful, Do you wanna do stuff? I'll leave you alone if you want..... I didn't even respond I immediately was so sickened.. What the hell is wrong with this man? Hes evil and mean and I want him to always leave me alone... As soon as we got home. I knew the right thing to do was tell my mom. I was worried what he would do next. Maybe he would say something like this to one of my siblings... I didnt want that. She was sickened immediately, and angry. She confronted him. He was like "oh my god give me a break, I did not say or mean anything like that. I told her she looked good".. He talked her down eventually and she blew it off. I was so uncomfortable around him. He started being really weird with me. When he was in the living room and I would be in the kitchen. He would stare at me while masturbating so I could see. I was about 14 at this point.. He was disgusting. He made me sick. I hated Tim. I tried to tell my mom things about what he did to us for years, like when he hit my baby sister with a wooden board and broke her skin open. I wanted to kill him that day. My mom always just blew off what he did. He gutted out me and my brothers room we were only allowed a bed and dresser for years. He would throw anything else he found away. I never blamed my mom and I can't tell you why. I know she loved us... I know she knew I was telling the truth. Was she too comfortable to leave him? I love my mom more then words can express to this day after everything. But why? Is it because shes my mom that I've been so forgiving? Is it because what I've seen her go through and I feel bad?...... So eventually I moved out about 16 years old I was tired of hearing that I was gonna be the end of their marriage, and ultimately I wanted my mom to be happy. She deserved that. If it meant I had to go then, I was going, he got meaner and very evil after I told my mom anyways. He was living to make me miserable. I never went back home to live, but we all stayed so close through the years. We all have so much love for each other. No matter what. I lived my wild teenage years, drinking, drugs, experimenting everything and everything. Had bfs, dropped out of school got pregnant twice. Had 2 kids. My first when I was 18. My second when I was 20. Both to the same guy I dated for a long time. We did end up breaking about 6 or 7 months after my son was born. But I still had my family. We always got each others back. My kids mean everything to my mom. Especially my daughter. They have a bond like me and grams... Mom is always here for me she does everything for me. I ask too much of her sometimes. She makes sure me and the kids and my siblings still have everything we need. She's just like my grams.. Ever since he got me and my brother out of the house, We have not been welcome back. We have to go while he's at work and my mom becomes frantic when it's almost time for him to get home rushing us out.. Kids and all... It hurts alot.... Hes so worthless. But this is life as we know it. He makes exceptions on Christmas and Thanksgiving he lets us in for a little while, but he will start screaming and calling us worthless pieces of shit and so on when he wants us out and sure as shit we get rushed out. Mom has to run back and forth between him and us all the time because we are not welcome in their home. So one day mom tells me shes bleeding rectally. I assure she needs to see a Dr asap. She was diagnosed with stage IIIB Colon cancer. Our lives once again come crumbling down. She had every amount of support from her family. We were all right there fighting along with her. She was never alone... I cried myself to sleep most nights.. In fear that she wouldnt survive... She was prepped for surgery to remove the tumor. It was a dangerous surgery but it needed to be done for survival. Me and my sister and bro hugged her tight as she cried in fear before being taken into the operating room. We shared I love yous and assured her it's gonna be okay. We arnt leaving here untill we know you are gonna be okay.

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