"When I was a little girl, on the walls of our house were 2 pictures. One of my parents of their wedding & one of my parents & my brother. Until Anthony was born, those were the pictures on the walls. As if I didn't exist. I've been ignored/forgotten my whole life. I got a cell phone, not for me, but so that my parents could control me even when away from home. The day of my graduation, my mom threw a fit because I ruined her plans. She called me selfish. I had gone to Sarah's house to get something to wear for the graduation because we had a strict dress code & I owned nothing nice to meet it. My parents had told me nothing of their plans. They hadn't even contacted me that whole day until I was at my friend's house. She screamed at me the rest of that day until I left for the ceremony. In one month I become old enough to leave. I plan on it. I don't know where I will be going, but I'm leaving. I am going to buy my own phone with my own internet access so they can have no control over me. They need to feel what it's like to have no power over me. It'll be worse than Francis because I won't be running away, like a child, I'll be rising above them. I've dreamed about this day for 8 years. 8. I've wanted out for 8 years & here I finally am. 29 days. Just 29. I can make it 29 days. Freedom is coming. God is bringing me salvation. After 17 years of emotional neglect, verbal abuse, & manipulation, I am being set free. Nothing will stop me, Grandpa. Nothing."
I wrote that months ago ... It's funny. I'm still at home, still putting up with mom's hissy fits.
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