About Family: Bitch: Ranting About My Abuser

I’m starting to hate her. Actually hate her. I’ve never hated anyone before, never wished anyone would die. Maybe be banished to an island without internet, that would be nice. But I actually wouldn’t be upset if she was hit by a bus. Only be upset for my parents, wanderer, and Bitch’s children (currently there’s one, a second is brewing).

I have realized that all my affection for her was Stockholm syndrome. That was a big deal to know.