We Are NOT family

As some of you may have noticed this post is late, this unfortunately is due to the never-ending  drama of my life.

I have found that on average I have one dramatic thing happen to me each week – for the last 20 years of my life – and it’s not a joke I’ve actually calculated this!

This time the drama has been centred around my abusive parents’ attempts to get me to “talk” to them.I have had no contact with either of my parents for many years and occasionally each of their own accord (they divorced when I was 4) try one way or another to get in contact with me regardless of my wishes.

I have done everything I can to stop them from finding me; from changing my name to erasing my social media accounts, and being very careful with who gets my details, I’ve had to completely lose contact with almost all my family – including my twin – because they can’t be trusted with my information, so far this approach has worked well – until it didn’t.

I have one person who has been able to give me the information necessary to stay safe and recently I was put on alert that my mother was yet again looking for me.Usually I’d hide away in my flat for a week or so and then get over it but this time my mother has upped the ante and enlisted reinforcements –  asking her friends to search for me and contact her should they see me, according to my source.

She has also tried contacting the only two relatives I still have contact with asking them for my details. It’s incredibly annoying to have to read and respond to these manipulative messages with any kind of grace – I do not now nor do I ever wish to have contact with my mother or father again but it doesn’t stop my relatives trying to persuade me to change my mind.

“Oh she’s changed” they tell me, “She’s back on her feet” “She’s left her abusive husband” as if this will make me feel better. You know what would have made me feel better? If many years ago when she called me at work in tears begging me for help getting that abusive husband to leave and actually following through with it!

Instead I rushed home from work to protect my mother only to be physically assaulted by that abusive husband right in front of her, claiming to have seen it she then took his side and blamed me.

She didn’t care then that I didn’t feel safe living with him in the house, and she didn’t care that even though that was husband number five and I was working two jobs and studying part-time that allowing him to stay gave me no choice but to become homeless.

Then while out with a friend recently I was sat in a waiting room and a woman I didn’t know started at me with shock and excitement – it was odd and even my friend noticed this unusual reaction to a stranger, this woman feverishly whipped out her phone and started texting – I’m a naturally suspicious person (who wouldn’t be in my situation) and I had a heightened awareness knowing I was in the area in which my mother lived.

Just two days later another strange woman seemed to follow me and then not so subtly tried to take my photo.

I don’t believe either of these were unrelated or a coincidence, there’s no reason whatsoever to take my photo.

Naturally I freaked after these incidents – my mother is strong willed and controlling, she’s used to being the boss and getting what she wants.I called the police and they agreed to remind my mother yet again to leave me alone.

I can’t imagine she would take this well and so for now I’m on the run, at the moment I’m as far away as I could get staying with an understanding friend.

Depending on how she takes being told to back off I envisage having to travel around the country to many a understanding friend until she’s finished with her tantrum.

So while I’m hopping around the Country trying to evade my crazy parents there might be times I am unavailable to keep this blog updated and as such I hope you can bear with me during this tumultuous time.