Update as of May 13,2026

Title: Misunderstood

My Story:

There once was a family and from this family was little girl that saw her mother & father as the center of her universe. Everything her parents wanted, she did. As time went by she was stretched in two. She felt no matter what she did for her parents. It wasn't good enough. Her parents loved the power they had over her. From leaving marks on her. To scaring her about anything & everything to make her submit to them.

Her father dived deep into work, traveled and came back to not have the patience to deal with his kids. So he left marks as puinishment on his children & feed his own addictions & had parties. Man... did they have alot of parties at their

home while leaving their children in a room to figure out food, bath & etc. At such a young age. They were still in diapers.

Then when the parents saw they were getting into trouble with having a party house. Because of fighting & kids seeing too much. The parents withdrew to they room, while their own kids had to figure out life on their own. No support because in the end it became too much of a burden for the parents.

You would think asking for help would be an option. No, the parents wanted to hide these things away like...What other people don't know won't hurt them. The parents were living a double life. If the other family members would of known about what was really going on. They would of helped the kids.

Everyday as time went by. Phyiscal, mental, emotional and spiritual abuse. Co-dependance, addiction, just a dark cloud was over this family. It was the house of horror and the kids were trapped. All the children wanted out! It wasn't a sanuctuary of growth, it was a cage.

When the father wanted to make his presence know. The children

saw 2 sides of him. 1st face of a religious cult leader or the 2nd face of a neglectful, emotionally unavailable father. The mother would either meditcated herself or maybe allow you to eat. She had so much anger if she didn't get her way.

These parents couldn't & wouldn't honor health boundaries. So in return it tought the son not to respect his sisters' boundaries. It was hard for the sisters to feel safe around their brother.

It left 1st daughter wondering what went wrong with her family. Since there was love between them at sometime right?

At bedtime where everyone should be fast asleep in bed. The daughters would wake up unexpectedly in the night to hear their mother saying so such

horrible things about them to their father. Even when there wasn't any drama that day. She wanted so much attention from him. The 1st daughter would think...When did it become a bashing fest about the kids? 2nd daughter would be terrifed.

As the kids grew into teenagers.

These thoughts of Why do they hate us so much? and

why did they even have us kids? would come to mind a lot.

I know now as an Adult that No child should even have to go thru such torture,

of wondering why they were even born. Also wondering why there was so much anger there, instead of love.

In the end the family broken up. The son has drug addiction issues, severe mental illness living in a group home. The daughters are healing from experiencing, witnessing terrifying, life-threatening, and traumatic events. Yet they are on their own and trying to thrive in life.

Why is this story coming up? We all have our stories & events that tried to define us

all. Yet these children, that are now adults. Have never given up on their own potential.

They are not letting their story define them but refine them. We much teach ourselves to never give up & talk to someone for support. There will be someone that will listen & help.

My story I needed to share. I never gave up!

~Mystic Oracle Mary