My suffering mentally, emotionally, and physically embarrassed her, and justified making my life a living hell. Her favorite thing to accuse me of was, "Acting white."

All of this to say, salt got poured in a very deep festering wound and I'm not coping well. To me, both of my parents are dead now.

She aided my second, physically violent, boyfriend in stalking me for the same fucked up reasons. I had to drop out of school and run away from home not only because of her involvement with my exes, but she egged my older brother into jumping me, claiming it was for my own good.

Despite my telling her all of this, making it clear that I never wanted to see or talk to him again, she gleefully kept shoving the phone at me whenever he called telling me that I should forget and forgive, he clearly still loved me. Once she hung up? "He's white, you brought this on yourself."

My first relationship? Dude was a predator, went to jail not only for drug possession, but 2 counts of Statutory Rape (I was 13, the family friend was 12). He was a vile person, roofied me, passed me around like a party favor when I was homeless. After we found a new place, he raped me to celebrate.

I had blocked her back at the start of COVID after one of her narc-fits brought me (and my nephew) to floods of tears; she's never been a safe person for me, she never protected me. In fact, this isn't even the first abuser of mine she's been buddy buddy with, she centers and sides with men ALWAYS.

9 unanswered messages in the dude threw himself a pity party, outing himself. He caught a fresh new block, but the damage was already done; however, this reminded me to re-block my egg donor, he wouldn't have had my # (or previous addresses) if not for her. Re-traumatized, I spiraled HARD.