Familiar feelings

I moved away from Monticello in 2009 and went to Atlanta. I thought the women were more educated and not so selfish and misguided, boy was I wrong, these bitches were even worse...

They hated me without a cause kind of like people in Monticello. I was born and raised in this town and knew quite a bit of people from home, but when my son was murdered I felt isolated and circled out.

All I heard was bad things coming to me about me from people who were supposed to care for me when I was unable to care for myself. I soon realized all the nasty rumors being spread were coming from my own relatives, because family want make up lies on you and spread them like wildfires.

Many times when I head that way I get anxious and those ole familiar feelings soon return and I can’t wait to get home where I feel a sense of comfort. I have a hard time communicating with my relatives because they were not there and watched me suffer from a distance and came to my house when I was in the hospital after being drugged and never came to see me when I made it home.

Maybe I’m a monster and I’m the only one who doesn’t know it so I constantly search myself looking for my crazy because I do know I am fifty shades of crazy but far as I can remember I never violently hurt anyone and the way they talked about me one to the other and came back to tell me what the other person had to say pushed me even further away from my relatives.

My hope is to one day feel comfortable back home when I visit because my aunt Sister was the only one who showed up at the hospital when I was drugged everybody else treated me like I was a serial killer...