I am a survivor

I am here to tell you that I am not broken. As long as I can remember you wanted me to believe that I was. As a child, you used me as your scapegoat whenever you angry at someone. You made me believe I was to blame for your anger, that if I told anyone about what you were doing that you would lose your job and that we would be without a home. What a warped mind that you had to tell a five year old those lies. The teenager years were even worse, the lies you told other people, even to your husband about me to make yourself look like the martyr. You had to be the center of attention and in control in order to feel good about yourself. You made me doubt myself and sold me on the idea that I was fat, ugly and stupid, in other words I was broken. As long as I believed it, you were in control and you could continue to hurt me in every way possible, including taking what was not yours to take, my children.

I am here to tell you that you are the broken one and you always have been. I have survived and become successful. You can not defeat me, I am strong, smart and successful and all without destroying someone else's life or family. You can never take that away from me or hurt me again. Your sickness cannot touch me anymore. All the things you did to me to convince that I was a broken child and because of that it was okay to treat me like you did, did not work. I walked through the hell you made my life and came out the other side. I did not make it through unscathed, there are scars. The wounds like turning my father against me, the Christmases that you force me to be alone because my children were invited and I wasn't and siding with the man that not only abused me, but your granddaughter as well in order to take my children away. But I wear the scars as a badge of honor, because if I can survive you, I can survive anything. You could not defeat me and you never will. Some people think I should hate you, but I feel pity for you because you are the loser. I hope someday MY children find out how empty and ugly you are inside.

The best thing is I know you have nothing to do with my success, actually either of you, Lucy and Jon Peters can lay claim to the woman I have become. You will never know what you are missing. You both had your chance and blew it