Family

So let me back track just a little bit. After me and Bd tried to get back together. I got into a huge argument with my mom. So we left with all my kids in tow. Okay so back to it...

My baby brother came running up to me from out of nowhere. He landed a huge, very tight hug on me. Not long after my mom came strolling in with my 2 sisters. She had bruises all over her body. Her face was a little bruised and swollen. Barely noticeable on her face. My brother said it was a few days after we last seen each other. Since I wasn't there. The step dad was getting super mean and hitting everyone all the time. Then mom stood up to him and got beaten up. So they came here and haven't left yet. They've been there nearly 2 full months. When my mom saw me. She immediately started scolding me and trying to blame me for it. If I hadnt left he never wouldve changed. So I told her the truth. It was not my fault that she picked a woman beating jerk to marry and fall in love with. Then the staff came up to us and reminded us both. We are here to heal and grow. That these things happen and throwing blame on others will not bring healing. That we should start over from this point and stop living in the past. Then they pulled me into another room and asked me what she meant by it being my fault. So I explained to them that she is my mom. That I'm assuming she thinks the only reason her husband never did this to her before was because he feared my Bd. So after we got into an argument and I moved out. Maybe he started to show his true colors. So she blames me for it. Then they did some digging and learned I grew up in foster care and only moved back after I turned 18. I told them I was going in between my mom, my grandma's and I'm working on getting my own place. So they dropped it for a while. Mom was pushy, always talking down to me, forcing me to do things for her. As if I never moved out. I really didn't mind helping with my siblings but she was being verbally and emotionally abusive towards me and neglecting my siblings. The shelter decided they were going to send me to another part of the state. They paid the way for me and my kids. I wanted to take my siblings with me but she refused to give me custody. So I said my goodbyes to them and left. The most heartbreaking moment of my life. Saying goodbye to my siblings and promising one day I'll be back for them. The program transported me there. Since I no longer had a vehicle and no one can know where the place is. It was better and safer to go with them. In a staff vehicle. So it was a registered car and they worked there as a volunteer. So if anyone tried to track the place. It wouldn't be with the staff member. Since she only did transportation. It's once a week and she's a registered Uber driver. So no one can tell that she's doing this. She was also my cousin through marriage. She was at the program for nearly 6 months. So she's getting to give back and help others get help. She's also one of the girls that pick up women and children when the abuse speaks so loudly that you can tell from a singly glance. She talks to girls at schools about not accepting abuse. An advocate against abuse.