u/Appropriate-Mess3966

Starting from the beginning was when I was pretty young, one of my earliest memories was my father kicking a hole through a wooden office door. I remember being down the hallway and both my mother and father seeing right after it happened as if they didn’t know I was there. A couple years later when I was 7/8 I broke my leg skiing and was in the hospital room alone. I was watching curious George when a red alarm started blaring and a women who was screaming was rolled down the hallway right past my room. Jump to when I was 16, my ten month old nephew passed away in front of me which led to me having a psychotic break and later led to schizophrenia diagnosis. Around the time I turned 21 I was working at a restaurant and made some friends outside of the only two friends I’d had for the last 15 years. I met one women and we immediately hit it off and through her I met another women. We’ll call her Sarah. Sarah and I became close and she later met a man who she began dating. They got married with myself officiating the wedding. She was an alcoholic and so was he and so I was even though I didn’t realize it at the time. We drank together a lot. I remember taking care of their son(she had a son from a previous relationship). I’d drive around 150 miles round trip to spend weekends with them. They only somewhere for their son to sleep which was in the houses second bedroom so I always slept on the floor in the living room which I was okay with because I’d rather itve been me than the kid. I’d regularly buy them groceries, do work around the house, and do lawn care on top of getting their son to them every weekend because for some reason they weren’t able to pick him up themselves. Long story short I ended up being abused by them. They knew exactly where to hit with my schizophrenia and the fact that they were some of the first “friends” I’d had in my life. They were first responders. She use to put IVs of saline in and she taught me how to. One day she asked me to help her and neglected to tell me she’d been drinking. For those of you who don’t know alcohol thins the blood. So when I went to do it she began bleeding a lot which to led to her husband having to stop the bleeding and myself having to clean her blood off of her and myself all while trying to make sure their son was distracted and didn’t know what was going on. At the very end of the “friendship” I tried to point out to them that they were, in their addiction, neglecting their son. Her response to this was to look me dead in the eyes and say, “what? You’re trying to help us the way you helped your nephew?” Which is when it finally clicked in my head that they never gave and shit about me. I tried to stay and be strong because I know how much their son loved me and how tough it already was on him with his bio dad never caring about him but I finally just gave up. They’d purposely trigger me whenever I said something they didn’t like whether it was about their drinking or their smoking or even about the state of their messy ass apartment. They didn’t have a car and the refused to walk trash bags to the dumpster so I’d show up and there’d be anywhere between 6-12 bags of trash in their apartment. And that’s the apartment they wanted their son to live in. As if a one bedroom apartment isn’t unreasonable for a married couple and A CHILD. They’d literally just wait for me to show up to clean up and get the groceries. I’m sure I’m forgetting stuff but I’m tired and about to go to bed.