My Not So Nice Wishes
I personally am in a horrible place. I want to go by my parents home to see what is left…what more they have destroyed, but I cannot bring myself to go near the home that I loved. That my parents built and that my family wanted. Not the thieves part of my family, but my kids…the rightful people who should have been allowed to call it theirs. I still say that the house and land are cursed and all who touch it will suffer. My uncle will one day face child abuse charges for the molestation that he did to me, my daughter, and several other young girls. The nurse who doesn’t turn him in will lose her license for covering and perhaps even encouraging the molestation of others to take place. The same thing for the social worker…and I want them all to end up divorced. LOL. There is justice in that. They deserve the pain that my dad felt knowing his own family had turned their backs on him and stolen everything he cared about from him. I still say that the last year of my dad’s life, almost to the day, was hell on Earth since he became an elder abuse victim at the hands of his own family. His own flesh and blood. His own brother and sister in law. I want to rectify it. I want to see justice done and I will be trying to tell his story until my last breath. I have not changed my mind on that.
Elder Abuse Hurts
As you can tell, I am still stinging. My dad’s ashes sit here instead of being put on his property where he wanted them to be. I look at “him” daily. He deserves more. He deserves the final wishes that his “family” deprived him of so far. Elder abuse is a sin against God and those who claim to love HIM should not be allowed to do so after hurting him the way they did. My dad was a devoted Baptist. He didn’t go to church or live his life as a saint…but he never would have abused his family the way they abused him…and they are devoted Jehovah witnesses and Presbyterians.