Bay of Pigs…

Margies story picks up and we are living in a single wide trailer… My sister and I are sharing a room that had bunk beds in it… Being the older of the two of us, I guess that is the reason I got the top bunk… a fatal flaw in that…

As my sister who was 2 years younger, but the size of a pre-teen, she could lay in the bottom bunk and with her feet push up on the top bunk…

For 5 decades I had nightmares of falling and absolutely hate heights… I just did not understand why until my sister told me not to long ago what she did to me…

She would put her feet up under the bunk when I was sleeping and walk my body to the edge of the bunk and dump me on the floor… This 1 explanation, stopped the nightmares of falling… I have never dreamed of it again…

During this time period our older brother, who I do not have any memory of, except in the context of this one particular story… Did something that embarrassed my mother so much, she proceeded to beat me and left me with the bruises you see in this picture, including the ligature marks on my neck…

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Now If I tell you what the cause of this enraged behavior that my mother did, my sister has threatened me… lets just say, that because of her advanced development, kids behaved like kids… but it was mother that was embarrassed and handle the shenanigans of kids in-appropriately…

My sister’s reputation as an adult is more important than the truth… You will have to wait for the book for that part of the story… our ages at this time was; older half-brother about 11, I was about 7 or 8 and sister was about 5 or 6… To be embarrassed over something kids did that meant no harm, is vanity and narcissistic to the limit…

By this time little Margie had suffered multiple traumatic brain injuries… These can be contributed to either concussions or taking the head and beating it upon the floor… a child’s skull can not withstand that kind of assault without leaving behind irreparable damage…. and damage to Margie, mother did, every time… it was mother until 1967…

What has the “Bay of Pigs” to do with this… dad was not home when this happened… He was TDY (temporary duty) away from home and if he found out my half-brother had been involved, he would have killed him… which he did try at a later date…

No all the abuse so far, had been administered by the woman who gave me life and did all she could to end said life… The same woman who acts like she has been and always was a victim… I have another name for it, it’s called mental illness… Which form I don’t know… I just know the woman is one of the best con’s I have ever known on this planet and victim she never was… She was the perpetrator…

I don’t know where we were living at this time, I haven’t looked at dad’s military records… I need to remember and write this all based on my memories… the book will have more precise demographics in it… this is just a draft writing of my book, the first run so to speak…

Times Up #MeToo

I Remember…

 

Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....