fluffyboxofkittens
Greenlighter
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- Oct 18, 2013
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We’ve all taken our share of beatings in this world, some more than others. My sister-in-law recently said to me that she didn’t understand why my brothers and I weren’t serial killers. I like the age old saying, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. In our case, we were taught to become resilient, stronger, adapt to what was thrown at us. Also, we were taught to never let our guard down, kill before being killed, family first in essence but not too close in reality. My brothers have been my saving grace. In polar opposite lessons learned from my father, my brothers have time and time again shown me that love is not a deal to be played, not leverage to get what I want and is not a sick and twisted thing. Unfortunately, this lesson from my brothers came in a time after we all survived through the hurricane that was our father. Then the subsequent havoc we each caused in our personal lives in attempt to prove how strong we were but secretly wishing we could find something strong enough to destroy us. We are all still here. I say unfortunately the lesson of love they are showing to me now is because its a little late.
Having a sociopathic father, I have learned from the best. I am stronger than he, more resilient, more adaptable, and smarter. I never let my guard down, I kill before being killed, I keep family close but not too close. I make deals in the game of love, I fake love to get what I want, I manipulate, I steal hearts and break them, I keep the notches on the bedpost hidden. Sometimes I wonder if that’s how my brothers are too, Maybe within their struggles they found a way to fake it till you make it. I doubt it though. They weren’t taught the same lessons as I. Blessed or cursed, not sure which, I was a cute kid turned into a beautiful woman. Taught by my father the ways of manipulation, as well the lesson that my body is coveted by men, he made me an animal of prey.
Having a sociopathic father, I have learned from the best. I am stronger than he, more resilient, more adaptable, and smarter. I never let my guard down, I kill before being killed, I keep family close but not too close. I make deals in the game of love, I fake love to get what I want, I manipulate, I steal hearts and break them, I keep the notches on the bedpost hidden. Sometimes I wonder if that’s how my brothers are too, Maybe within their struggles they found a way to fake it till you make it. I doubt it though. They weren’t taught the same lessons as I. Blessed or cursed, not sure which, I was a cute kid turned into a beautiful woman. Taught by my father the ways of manipulation, as well the lesson that my body is coveted by men, he made me an animal of prey.