Darkness Bound's Crazy Past
I'll be the first to admit that it might sound outlandish or like I'm making it up... there are days where I find it hard to believe, but it is real and it is my life.
**I don't recommend reading if you get upset easily, but I'll try to keep it short as I can.**
As a toddler I was kidnapped, yes you read that right. I was surprised when I found out but have seen the court documents to prove it is true. I told you it sounded crazy, but at the same time it was a bit of a relief to find that my biological family wanted me. I had grown up being told they didn't want me and I was adopted at the request of my great grandfather in order to keep me in the family. That was also a load of BS and one of the biggest lies I was told.
I was kidnapped by my great aunt, illegally adopted, lied to my entire life only now as an adult to find out about this. She had took me to a completely different state and had her husband at the time, her next husband ( the man who 'raised' me), and her mother, my great grandmother, sign affidavits that I had been abandoned. The reality is that I was never abandoned, yeah who knew that truth was so different?
Well they were not the nicest people, my bio-Grandmother thinks that my great aunt took me because she was told she'd never have kids, guess what.. when I was 5 her daughter was born and my life became more like Cinderella than I realized until I was older.
The abuse a real and this made me angry for many years, but before the many years imagine being 5 years old or maybe 6 and being told that you were adopted because your real family didn't want you. Looking back on it that was pretty messed up, more so to tell such a young child that, all that I could focus on was that I wasn't wanted and these people were not my real parents.
It caused many issues for me especially abandonment issues, but the kicker is that was also a lie... My parents were young when I was born and Grandma stepped up to help raise me. My parents did end up divorced and my dad was in the military so I was properly cared for and stuff... I will never understand.
You know what else I didn't understand, I didn't understand why things changed. Why once their daughter was born I was treated different, I went from a semi normal childhood to getting hit, screamed at, or told what I did, didn't matter. I even got locked out of the house twice at 4/5 years old and ended up with pneumonia that landed me in the hospital each time. One of the times I came so close to death that even an ice bath wasn't lowering my 104F + degree temperature. It was bad, the memories... I do not want them.
Moving on... By the time I was 9 the man who had been the only father I knew told me, " You're not my daughter so don't expect me to treat you like it." I already had the abandonment issues so this really didn't help me at all, I mean to be honest I never told them when I was in pain, hurt, or sick; I would usually get yelled at for bothering them so I started keeping everything inside. What kid that young doesn't talk to their parents? I'm not kidding good or bad I hid everything, from them from other 'family'.
That was childhood, teenage-hood wasn't much better. I would get grounded for anything. I could have said that the shirt that some one was wearing was brown when it was taupe and I must have been lying so no nothing until further notice. Their daughter does something and I get blamed and grounded, grounding wasn't bad I loved to read and this gave me quiet time.. till they discovered this fact and took all the books I bought with my own money from working a job at 15.
Grounding wasn't that bad it was better than the beatings. I mean to be real, that woman hit my across the face so hard that she split her finger open, told me it was my fault then took the handle of a flyswatter (the metal ones) and proceeded to beat me with it till I had bleeding welts.
I lived in constant fear of her, my 'step dad' was a drunk so lets not go there... drunks are not fun. Not to mention they lied to most of the family about my adoption, told them I was mentally challenged among other things, which explains why I was avoided at family gatherings.
Long story short... I decided I wanted to meet my real mom and ask why she didn't want me I mean it seemed reasonable so once I graduated at 17 I started looking for her, but I never found her. It's messed up and I'll never meet my birth mom. I learned this year (2019) that she passed away the October before I graduated from H.S.
The other side to this...
I found my amazing husband who knows my past, has met my adopted mother and can tell you what kind of a person she is. I tried not long after I got married to reconnect thinking that she'd be different now that I was an adult.... Nope... I was wrong..
In the last five years I have found my Father, four half siblings, Grandmother, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins... all family that knew about what happened and who never gave up hope.
Because of this I finally feel that I now have found my happily ever after.
**I don't recommend reading if you get upset easily, but I'll try to keep it short as I can.**
As a toddler I was kidnapped, yes you read that right. I was surprised when I found out but have seen the court documents to prove it is true. I told you it sounded crazy, but at the same time it was a bit of a relief to find that my biological family wanted me. I had grown up being told they didn't want me and I was adopted at the request of my great grandfather in order to keep me in the family. That was also a load of BS and one of the biggest lies I was told.
I was kidnapped by my great aunt, illegally adopted, lied to my entire life only now as an adult to find out about this. She had took me to a completely different state and had her husband at the time, her next husband ( the man who 'raised' me), and her mother, my great grandmother, sign affidavits that I had been abandoned. The reality is that I was never abandoned, yeah who knew that truth was so different?
Well they were not the nicest people, my bio-Grandmother thinks that my great aunt took me because she was told she'd never have kids, guess what.. when I was 5 her daughter was born and my life became more like Cinderella than I realized until I was older.
The abuse a real and this made me angry for many years, but before the many years imagine being 5 years old or maybe 6 and being told that you were adopted because your real family didn't want you. Looking back on it that was pretty messed up, more so to tell such a young child that, all that I could focus on was that I wasn't wanted and these people were not my real parents.
It caused many issues for me especially abandonment issues, but the kicker is that was also a lie... My parents were young when I was born and Grandma stepped up to help raise me. My parents did end up divorced and my dad was in the military so I was properly cared for and stuff... I will never understand.
You know what else I didn't understand, I didn't understand why things changed. Why once their daughter was born I was treated different, I went from a semi normal childhood to getting hit, screamed at, or told what I did, didn't matter. I even got locked out of the house twice at 4/5 years old and ended up with pneumonia that landed me in the hospital each time. One of the times I came so close to death that even an ice bath wasn't lowering my 104F + degree temperature. It was bad, the memories... I do not want them.
Moving on... By the time I was 9 the man who had been the only father I knew told me, " You're not my daughter so don't expect me to treat you like it." I already had the abandonment issues so this really didn't help me at all, I mean to be honest I never told them when I was in pain, hurt, or sick; I would usually get yelled at for bothering them so I started keeping everything inside. What kid that young doesn't talk to their parents? I'm not kidding good or bad I hid everything, from them from other 'family'.
That was childhood, teenage-hood wasn't much better. I would get grounded for anything. I could have said that the shirt that some one was wearing was brown when it was taupe and I must have been lying so no nothing until further notice. Their daughter does something and I get blamed and grounded, grounding wasn't bad I loved to read and this gave me quiet time.. till they discovered this fact and took all the books I bought with my own money from working a job at 15.
Grounding wasn't that bad it was better than the beatings. I mean to be real, that woman hit my across the face so hard that she split her finger open, told me it was my fault then took the handle of a flyswatter (the metal ones) and proceeded to beat me with it till I had bleeding welts.
I lived in constant fear of her, my 'step dad' was a drunk so lets not go there... drunks are not fun. Not to mention they lied to most of the family about my adoption, told them I was mentally challenged among other things, which explains why I was avoided at family gatherings.
Long story short... I decided I wanted to meet my real mom and ask why she didn't want me I mean it seemed reasonable so once I graduated at 17 I started looking for her, but I never found her. It's messed up and I'll never meet my birth mom. I learned this year (2019) that she passed away the October before I graduated from H.S.
The other side to this...
I found my amazing husband who knows my past, has met my adopted mother and can tell you what kind of a person she is. I tried not long after I got married to reconnect thinking that she'd be different now that I was an adult.... Nope... I was wrong..
In the last five years I have found my Father, four half siblings, Grandmother, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins... all family that knew about what happened and who never gave up hope.
Because of this I finally feel that I now have found my happily ever after.
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