Ryan is a disgrace, and he knows that he's already made himself look like an ass and now probably won't stop untill he's banned. Her story is way worse than yours Ryan, yours is the same exact story billions of people could tell within the past hundred years.

Really so my mom just stoped talking to me for no reason back in 01' to make me a good child?

Also dude your post didn't answer anything she asked for, even though it is nice reassurance.

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I'm very sorry to hear about your story. I wish you and the rest of your family the strength to get through. Sounds like she was an amazing person, and at least cared a lot about you guys. You always have that to remember about her, and I'm sure she's thankful about it. Just remember whenever you accomplish something, she's looking from somewhere, smiling, knowing, and proud about it.

As for the task at hand, I'm really not the best person to ask for advice. My suggestion would be to tell whomever you end up being with. You will feel much better if you tell that person, even if you end up crying (I'm sure you will- nothing wrong with it), just because you got it out. Whereas, if you just keep it a secret, you'll feel haunted in a way about it.

I was thinking that also but then I realised that it is a lot easier to tell a complete stranger about your life than it is to tell someone you actually care about. She doesnt really care what we think and to be honest most of us will pretend we do but in the end we'll forget about it when we start posting in another thread.
But anyway, your mum loved you and thats all that matters. You should only tell your friend if you feel completely comfortable about it. Or you could get drunk, tell your friend and then pretend you dont remember. Therefore, they'll then know and you wont have to feel awkward about it. Something like that i'm not really sure. But do what you think you should. Only you know what to do.

Edit: The first paragraph was a reply to the first person who posted on your thread.

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*nods head* There's a lot more than all that though...... and I thank everyone for their kindness for offering help, it means a lot to me.

Share it with whom you love so that you share the trust and troubles of it with them.

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Here's the rest....

Continuing after my mom died....

After my mom passed away about three days later I went to live with her sister. It was all fine living their at first with my brother, and then he went to stay with our dad for a while and I didn't go, so whilst he was there he decided to stay and live with our da. Of course that made my heart writhe as if I was losing him also.

When he left, my uncle (my moms sisters boyfriend.... iffy thing) He was very sick (still is), with kidney failure. So I got stuck with a bit of chores, which they excelled to greater things. Starting with basic chores to mowing and pruning bushes a cutting sown trees, but keep in mind I was eleven doing all that.... I was in band the time I was there and had to have all A's to stay in it or miss out on the concert's and all that. I couldn't keep straight A's . I missed a concert my band grade failed miserably.

I was thoroughly depressed and thought about suicide on a regular basis. I prayed that God would just take my life. I was tired of being a slave, never getting to have a single friend sleepover or anything. Finally, just after my thirteenth birthday about two months. My uncle made my extremely mad. He pushed where I slammed against my bed and held me there, I shoved my shoulder out of his grip and started bellowing. It was the week where all of our finals would determine if we passed or not, if I didn't take them I would fail. My aunt and uncle where going to kick me out and ship my off to live with my brother in three days time, I had to think fast. They weren't going to let me take my exams.... I told my teachers, one specific teacher who I trusted very dearly. I told her about what my uncle told me that he had said, "Your a stupid bitch, I can see why your brother never calls and wants nothing to do with you."
That hurt she told me that no one had they right to tell me that that I didn't deserve it either. The day before I leaved actually the night I called my teacher and asked her if she would be mad if I ran away. She said yes especially if I did at night. So I didn't. The next morning when I was to leave they told me to get in the car, I started to back away saying, "I'm not going, you can't make me. I am not going" I took of at a brisk walk down the road they came after me. Telling me they would call the cops if I didn't go with them......

I kept walking, I walked about a mile and made it up to the convient stores I caught a ride with one of my friends mom. When I got to school (Yeah I ran away to school) they locked me in the counselors office with one of my teachers actually first when I got to school I was a couple of hours late... I walked to the gym and saw exactly who I was looking for, I ran to my teacher and started to cry and tell her what I had done. She said she was proud that I did the right thing. After being locked in the office for a few hours, I had to talk to a police officer... I lied to them though, they asked me if she had ever hit me... I lied and said no... after that they released me to class it was band class where most of my friends were I relived my truimphant escape to them, they seemed happy.

As the end of the day drew to an end I started to worry, I would have to go home I was told! I was afraid of being beaten for my folly. I wasn't though I was locked in my room for four days no electricity. I got to eat and go to the restroom twice a day, the food was barely enough only to seemingly make me hungrier than before. I was out of school no where to go, the only thing I could do was read and that was limited because I had to read from the light from the sun. Well, my uncle got really sick one night and when I woke up the house was quiet and the car was gone. So I slipped out of my room and sneaked into the kitchen, I barely made it back to my room when my aunt pulled up, I jumped in bed hastily and pretended to be asleep, she told me that we had to go to the hospital, so we did. Then after being there most of the day she took me to the cafeteria to eat, I did so and was scared to actually here her talk to me after all I hadn't been talked to for almost 4 days. She told me if I ever ran away again that they would have me arrested and put up for adoption. She asked my uncle (my mom's brother) to come get me since we were going to be there a long time and he did..... And that's pretty much it now.....

Thanks for reading it and offering help. I appreciate it.

If they hit you and such, just tell me, does it make you angry? Does the feeling of pain just make you want to lose control? Does the thought of your uncle fill you with a pain that exceeds a wound?

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that was mean.

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Whatever Njord.....
Yes it makes me angry....
Is that fact that old wounds don't heal or the fact that they way I was treated and lived my life so far makes me resent things. That is also why I stick up for others as I do....