I lived with her when I had nowhere to go
But little did I know, she had a darkness within
Addicted to crack and heroin, she was a nightmare
But I never gave in, never succumbed to her despair
I slept in the basement, just trying to get by
Yet she made it seem like I was the one causing strife
She whispered things about their family in my ear
And when I reported it, they called me crazy, fueled by fear
I never used with her, never fell into her trap
But somehow, I was the one labeled as a nuisance
She painted me as the problem, the one to blame
And I was left feeling misunderstood, cloaked in shame
I fought to survive, to reclaim my identity
But her words lingered, casting doubt and insecurity
I may have been homeless, but I never lost my truth
I stood my ground, even in the face of her abuse
So here I stand, no longer under her control
Refusing to be silenced, breaking free from her hold
I may have been called crazy, delusional in their eyes
But I know my reality, and I will not compromise
I survived the nightmare, and now I stand tall
No longer defined by her lies, I refuse to fall
I am resilient, I am brave, and I will not be swayed
My son’s second cousin was a whirlwind of troubles. She had an addiction to heroin, that likely started from all the pain meds prescribed for her endometriosis issues. She passed out once at a stop light and was arrested. Any who, of course, I attach to unhealthy people. She was homeless for a bit, and I let her stay with my son and I for just a couple of weeks. My sons’ father filled me in on her shenanigans and threatened to take my son from me, so I had to kick them out. Later when I was homeless, I stayed with her and her boyfriend, and a bunch of people that were living in that home. My lighters always went missing, and I shortly discovered that her boyfriend was stealing them for his crack pipe.
She told my son’s father that I was stealing and causing problems. Which is the farthest from the truth. I made sure the fridge was always stocked and I cleaned the house as no one else was. My sons father called me and said, “(Name removed) wants you gone. Just leave So I did. I wish I knew the law better, or I would've never left half the places I did.
This woman also told me that my son’s father was abusing the kids. She told me that he was giving them “military style punishments.” Making them stand outside in the freezing cold with no coats or shoes, dragging his stepdaughter by her hair, hitting, punching, just a bunch of abusive stuff. So, I reported it. Because of my situation, CPS never even opened a case. I was just crazy and delusional. Always trying to do the right thing but never taken seriously because of other people’s opinions and because of my erratic behaviors from too much trauma.
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