My Mother and all her abuse is the reason for my ptsd. My grandmother the love of my life who took care of me when I was little, I slept in her laundry basket. well grandma past away a few days ago and my heart is broken and my soul shattered. and my mother will not let me go to the fureal spelll wrong but you get what I mean. I will not be alowed to inter why am I the black sheep of the family becasue I told the truth about being molested becasue I told the truth about her killing my sister becasue I TOLD THE TRUTH I cant honor my granma. I really am in raged and what to go postal on all of them. Grandma is gone and now the ties are cut to this family they had better LEAVE ME ALONE.
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