A day from Hell
So I am the product of a single mother. My mom and dad have never been married to each other. They had me and my sister. Growing up I always was a daddy's girl. He is my world. I love that man. My mom had custody of us and we stayed with her and my grandmother as children. When I was 12 years old my mom moved up from my hometown of Marksville, LA to Walker, LA. honestly, as a 12-year-old do you think I wanted to move no ma’am. So did I give her hell yes I did and we were moving in with her long-term boyfriend we will call me Chad?
Well, I and Chad's relationship is like any stereotypical stepdad-stepchild relationship. We tolerate each other because we have my mom as a mutual person. Now do care for him no I do not. It was ever because I wanted my mom with my dad because they wouldn't work as a couple if they had to survive an apocalypse. As the years go on, Chad and I's relationship gets worse and worse. Chad believes in tough love, that’s how he raised his children and how he wants my mom to be my sister and me. So as soon as I turned 18 years old I was out. I was determined to not be around him anymore. Peace of mind is the best time of healing I could ask for.
Unfortunately, I fell into financial trouble and had to move back home. I dreaded it but I had to do what I had to do. The relationship with Chad was cordial and we co-inhabited with each other. About a year passes by and I am able to move out again but this time with my cousin for financial support on both ends. We lived together for about a year and I had to move back in with them again because my cousin got pregnant and wanted to move in with her boyfriend. I still wasn't where I needed to be to be back on my own again. So now this is the second time I have to move back and it's the worst of the worst now. I am working night shifts getting off at 1-2 in the morning.
One day things took a turn to hell and Chad banged on my window at 5 am for me to move my car because it was too close to his pressure washer. I woke up very annoyed and very aggravated. He started his mess with his tough love saying that I need to get a real job working 8-5 like the normal working class. Saying I am worthless and won’t make it doing restaurant management and teaching dance. This made me even more angry and I started finally defending myself instead of just saying okay. Now if this was happening at 1 in the afternoon I probably would have responded differently but I guess we will never know. So I told him I work very hard and I just got off of work. He then proceeds to “call the police” on me saying I need to get out of his house and find a real job and leave for good this time. Well, I believe in fuck around and find out I said since you want to call them I will give you a reason to call them. So I attacked him and we fought. I had to call my boyfriend to come get me cause in the heat of the moment I was blacked out lost my car keys, lost everything.
I woke my mom up and was yelling at her also. I hated them both. At that moment I felt like my mom was at fault cause he felt so comfortable enough to talk to me like that cause she allowed him to. Now that some time has passed and I have talked to Jesus, I know that everything was taken too far, especially my actions. I allowed someone to take me fully out of my character and I didn’t like how that felt. Do I respect him to this day? No. Do I talk to him? No. Do I interact in any way with Chad? No Do I like it that way? Yes. I did leave and move out. I am back now after a year but things are completely different this time and I have more to lose now than just my character. I pray often, and I am still healing from the pain I felt that day. I can say that I'm not fully over how I was treated and it hurts and gives me anxiety to be around him at all. I don't like the way I feel at all when he is here. Again I have more to lose now so I am navigating my living situation differently.
~MaKayla Wilson
