I was 13 when my dad died. a week after the funeral my mother was sleeping with most of my dads single friends or divorced friends. She was setting an example for my two sisters Ginger and Barb. My mother was looking for a ticket out of the small Minnesota town we lived in. When she did find the perfect guy (he was breathing and had a job) she married him. He was an alcoholic and a child abuser (the perfect pair).
It was then that my life took a drastic turn, I was now being held (at age 13) responsible for my four siblings behaviors. The girls were sneakingout and the two boys were stealing from grocery stores by breaking and entering. When the two boys got caught shoplifting I was beaten with the buckle end of a belt and pummeled with closed fists.
I was admonished for not teaching them not to steal. I have scars that will never go away and it was then I began fearing people. I had been abuse since the age of three, now my newest abuser used me for his private punching bag.
I had a teacher call the police and was told that I most lilely had it coming (1964).
In1967 my step dad got killed in a one car accident on the west side of Bozeman, Montana, near Manhattan.
Since then my siblings have blamed me for all of their short comings.
Christmas of 2008, I was told they no longer wanted me as partof the family.
Imagine me, I did not have any children out of wedlock, never shopliftedf nor did breaking and entering and I didn't sleep with people just because they were breathing. Ok so I'm a misfit