I’m warning you in advance, this is going to be a long one. TL;DR at the end. Names of people and places have been changed for discretion. I don’t expect you to believe it’s true, everyone has the right of doubt. The revenge mainly goes towards my thankfully-no-longer-stepmom, but it comes with a side of fuck you to my Dad who at the time was an enabler.
This story is part of the reason I have borderline personality organization. For those who are not familiar with it, it’s not a disorder. I can funtion on a much higher level than someone with a personality disorder, however not as highly as someone healthy. I’m putting this beforehand, because you need to understand that I wasn’t always like this. The revenge is the result of my personality being slowly and painfully crushed, and getting a last kick out with it’s last breath. That last breath of my dying personality wasn’t in vain, I’m getting the much needed therapy and help, and I’m making amazing progress. Part of that progress is sharing this. I only shared this story with my therapist until now. Yeah also inb4 “why your real mom didn’t help you”, she left with another dude when I was just a baby and reconnected with me 2~ years after these events take place, but that’s a story for another time.