Thread:Jester of chaos/@comment-31330278-20170530021846/@comment-4708882-20170720170808

I admittedly was on the verge. I had a brother I lived with that was an addict who berated me as far back as I remember, would occasionally attack me, often stole from me and once told me when I died no one would care. H My nephew who decided to throw carnival glass at me, a metal bucket at my bad leg, would lie to everyone around, pretend to be a sweet kid (he got caught twice) and once put his fingers on my eyes and pushed down to the point I could barely see for a few hours. My brother is apparently off the drugs now and trying to make amends and my nephew is nicer now that we rarely see each other but living together was a living Hell.