In shadows cast by whispers of deceit
They failed to see the truth, to investigate
Upon her words alone, they chose to greet
Accused the daughter, left to her own fate
For she, out of control, with lies of youth
A forged signature, a lesson learned too well
Injustice reigns, a bitter taste, uncouth
In ignorance, the truth they cannot tell
But justice, like a beacon in the night
Will shine upon the darkness, clear and true
Though ignorant minds may fail to see the light
The righteous path will lead to what is due
Hold fast to the hope that justice stays
And truth will triumph in the end of days
I've been watching my mother steal, manipulate, and use people since I was very young. Around 5 years old she stole some ChapStick and toilet paper. As any young kid would, I told her that was wrong. She replied to me by saying, "It's okay if you need it." My mother stole from me often as a child. My money would go missing a lot, and she would gaslight me by telling me I either lost the money or spent it. Yet, if I stole money, which I did from my laundry room in my apartment building, I would be verbally berated, told I'm ruining her life and making her look bad. I'd be called derogatory and vulgar names and I'd be punished in twisted ways. It was always super confusing, because she did it, and she's my role model.
My mother not only stole often, until she made good money that is, she defrauded the government by lying about her income and covering up the truth about our household. She signed my name on many court documents, both criminal and family. In fact, when I moved back to Michigan, she wrote up a fake lease, lied to the school about me living with her while I was actually living in Michigan, so that my son could legally attend school. Yet, she also somehow made it, so that the school would not let me contact them, despite me having 50/50 custody. The school claims they didn't know I existed, yet, my mother forged my name to get my son in the school, and my mother claimed she didn't know where I was to anyone, yet also not true as I've been in my hometown and called my Grandpa often while she was visiting. Sound crazy? It is, this is why the law is not the law, it is simply a bunch of biased opinions.
When I found out that my mother had forged my signature, not once, not twice, but 5 pages of proof over the span of a decade, I contacted my lovely small town police department. I even sent over the proof, and reminded them that I was living in Michigan and had no contact with my mother. Since I was already going through court for forging her name, they didn't even do an investigation. I just read that report. (07/03/2024) It's listed as a false claim, as me lying and making it up. It also states, "Talked to (Name Removed), she states that her daughter is bipolar, off her meds and lying." That was all they needed. They did not an ounce of investigation. I think it's sad how people still don't see it. How everyone is still being used by this woman who has such ill intentions. This is why I lay in bed with imposter syndrome ever night, and struggle with my success. I mean, someone Bipolar and off their meds couldn't be where I'm at in life right now, but I shouldn't have to continue to remind myself of that. I don't take meds, and haven't for over 6 years. I'm learning so much about life, my family, the world, and not just my personal experience of injustice, but how the law and systems in general actually work. But that rant is for another post completely. There's many distinct differences in our writing despite it being a bit similar. I'm not keeping that woman's secrets anymore. I know they won't believe me over in Wisconsin, but that just shows their ignorance. I've grown into someone I could never be while being in contact with my mother. I finally broke free, (thanks to a suicide attempt and her abandoning me, actually) from the abuse I had no conscious idea I was living in. I feel sorry for them. For all the people who have no idea what goes on behind those closed doors, despite me telling them my entire life. They need some major education on abuse. If you had arrested the right person just one time, several incidents would've never occurred. I could've been saved, but then I wouldn't be who I am today. So thanks, I guess? Follow the law. It's there for a reason.
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