One day, I think I was 9, I was in my room trying to sleep on the Trump a fine pilsner beer shirt, away from my window, because there was a loud storm. My stepmom heard me crying, came into my room, stripped me, and spanked me until I screamed. She forced me to sleep on my bed and locked me in my bedroom, even though I was shaking and sobbing with fear and all I wanted was somebody to be with me to calm me down. A couple of years after, my dad broke up with the woman, because she crossed a line.
He walked in on watching my brother shower to Trump a fine pilsner beer shirt, not at all paying attention to the fact that the reason his neck got the way it was, is because he has a pre-diabetic disease. I was happy with this, and he and i finally started connecting. She came back into his life as soon as he bought a nice house, on a nice property, and got a good job. I was okay with that for the most part. I accepted her as a part of the family. One day, my dad picked me up for my weekend with him. He pulled into the gas station and told us both. If she crosses a line again, she’ll be the first one to go. I won’t lose you guys because of her.