I’m a fairly new to the whole posting on Reddit thing and have just made this alternative account to share my story. Sorry for any weird formatting, obligatory first-time-poster-long-time-lurker warning.
Also, a TL;DR at the bottom since this is gonna be a long one.
The Context:
When I was four, my mother had just gotten with her new boyfriend. We’ll call him B for Bastard. He seemed nice on the surface, he was an illegal immigrant that worked for a factory and lived in a ghetto apartment. But, just under his exterior was a cruel, evil monster that I knew was going to harm my mother and I in some way or another.
Soon after meeting B, my mother and him bought a house under my grandfather’s name since they both had poor credit and wanted me in a good school system. We move in fast and get a little dog just before Christmas; we looked like a modern Hallmark family with the kid and the dog and the happy couple.
via @notiun
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