Who loves you baby?

My Loving Step-Father

When I was a child I used to dream for the day I could tell my step-father’s children what an evil man he was.  I wanted them to know that they were better off not knowing him and to be thankful that they never knew him as children, like I did.  He would pay One Day, I swore to myself.  I would tell everyone the truth.  

About a year ago my sister Tammee found her other half-sisters.  It was all kittens and rainbows for Tammee, and I was happy for her.  As an adult I had decided that it would be wrong for me to tell these grown women how evil their father was, unless they asked me what it was like growing up with him.  

They were all so happy, the long-lost sisters and their loving father.  There were rainbows everywhere. 

So, trying to do the right thing, I introduced myself on Facebook and thanked them for making my sister so happy.

I got a reply telling me that I need to put things in the past, where they belonged.  

WHAT?? 

Oh... I get it.  I understand now.  My sister, the one I grew up with, the one I have suffered for and put myself out for – over and over again, has been busy telling stories about my “issues” again.

Did you think I’d tell my stories about my life?  You were wrong.  I have been silent all these years, carrying this burden on my own – only sharing it with a few close friends.  I thought I was doing the right thing, protecting my family from my evil stories, because that is what THEY wanted.  I found out Loving Family, that this whole time – All These Years, you have been telling your own little stories – discrediting me before people even meet me, out of fear that I would tell the truth.  You have poisoned people against me before I even met them.  I never had a chance did I?  Guess what guys – you don’t win.  Guess who’s letting your skeletons out of the closet?  I’m not ashamed of mine.  Are you?  Here’s an idea… Why don’t we all tell the fucking truth for once?