born and raised brutal physical abuse, ran away.
returned later (MUCH) and got robbed and defrauded by family member.
made a stupid mistake, spoke out about the difference between Mexico and Maliwi brothers.
looking over shoulder for the hit squad to show up and DF me.
opened my eyes, trying to get help from the elders was a joke.
reading everything i can get my hands and keyboard on to dig out of this messed up situation.
thanks all for the support and keep safe.
thinking of going, you know the old ball and chains of family ties and the questions that follow about how many came? did anyone partake?
i look out every night and see the stars, i never felt an attraction to the earth as a long term home for me, i want to live in the expanse of the stars.
is that why i feel left out when the glass goes by and the bread slips away?
