Abusive Relationship Cycle

My Story as a Single Mom

Am I a victim?
I was born in a luxurious hospital of Boston to a prostitute and a con artist.
Our household was economically pretty “well off “until he went to jail and she started working at an escort agency in California.
Drama Queen and Drama King used to have great sex, otherwise why would they end up in bed even after divorce and with new partners each?
My childhood was a puzzle. The best way to understand it is to watch these 4 films: Blue Jazmin, The Glass Castle, Catch Me if you Can, and Into the Wild, but without the mushroom poisoning.
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We lived off the grid, repeatedly packing up and moving in the dead of night making it impossible to adapt to any school or make lasting friends.
Verbal violence surpassed physical ones, which got me and my little brother into a foster home by our grandparents, since the four of them were divorce and problematic themselves. Then back with mom and boyfriend. Violence. Then with dad and girlfriends. Weeks left on our own while he traveled either for “business” or pleasure. Reckless behavior and child endangerment. Ambulance, the police, evictions, jail. Night terror, panic attacks and bedwetting. Brand new cars and expensive trips abroad. Followed by cheap motels and Greyhound tickets. Not even enough money to pay the rent and the tuition just a few weeks afterwards.
Growing up in unusually unstable circumstances leaves tons of emotional scars. As kids, we knew we were victims of our family´s circumstances, because others around kept whispering about our misfortune. When is the right time to address all the P.T.S.D. and move on with our lives?
During teenage, by college, after our first drug overdose, or the first drunk driving ticket?
At which point do the victims start victimizing innocent others with their erratic behavior? Should we keep blaming our ancestors?