Trigger Warning

Trigger Warning.
This Blog is intended to be the full truth about our lives. It will be graphic. Please show self care when reading it.
Do not proceed if you find Child sexual and physical abuse distressing.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Last Night's Dream

We dreamt of living with our mother. She had heaps of people staying in her house. There was no room for us. She had even given a room to our ex husband and his partners one of whom was our sister. We tried to confront or mother to tell her she hadn't made room for us and that we obviously weren't that important to her. We wanted her to admit it but she wouldn't. This went on for a while with other family members trying to convince us we were wrong. In the end we slapped her ( not hard) across the face and left. We went to find someone else to stay with. While we were trying to figure or when to go, i saw a pile of broken chains on the ground. We had broken the chains that held us to her. All in all a good dream.

You're Beautiful.

Classical music, her favorite, playing in background. "You're beautiful" she would tell me. "So beautiful". Then she would pull me in. Into the world she wanted. I was her slave. Someone to keep her happy. But i never really did. I was never really good enough.