This is a bit of my experience, but I've had some really messed up firsthand experience with cruel women.
I had two cousins living with me and my mom when I was 11; they were 23 or 24. They were cruel bitches. They smoked like crazy, littered the whole fucking house with cigarette butts (and I even think it's because of them that I got the habit/addiction to smoking), and dressed like whores (crop tops, denim shorts, full slutty makeup, and other things I can only describe with the word "slut").
Plus, they brought in new guys every week; they were all jerks. I was almost always the butt of their practical jokes, and others that were downright torture. One time they locked me out of my house while it was pouring with rain (I got really sick for days after that), another time they used my palms as ashtrays (they put out their cigarettes in them, a whole pack of them, I had to use bandages and cream on the burns they left me with, making me unable to jerk off for over a month, and they lied to my mom about the burns, saying I caused them by playing with the stove, which earned me a grounding), another time they hid cigarette butts in my food, forced me to eat it, they didn’t even have a reason behind it, I didn’t do anything, I was nice from the start because despite looking like whores they were my family and family is to be respected and loved (that’s how I was taught).
There were days I wouldn’t leave my room after school for fear of something happening to me, and then you ask yourself: “Hey? And where was your mom during all this?” She was too busy working to put food on the table with a full time job that had her exhausted and tired (so much so that she always ended up sleeping in), and unfortunately for me, my cousins, the bitches, also contributed to the house but they had part time jobs, my mother needed that extra income in addition to trusting them to take care of me and look after me, and for one thing, she believed my cousins more than she did me (I have no idea why, you could see from miles away that they were bitches, and as everyone knows, you can’t trust bitches), so no matter what I told her, she didn’t believe me, and once she told me I was a scaredy-cat, but it all ended when I turned 14, in that year, my cousins left, I think with boyfriends they got, without warning, taking their things with them (I’m thankful they didn’t take any money).
I had two cousins living with me and my mom when I was 11; they were 23 or 24. They were cruel bitches. They smoked like crazy, littered the whole fucking house with cigarette butts (and I even think it's because of them that I got the habit/addiction to smoking), and dressed like whores (crop tops, denim shorts, full slutty makeup, and other things I can only describe with the word "slut").
Plus, they brought in new guys every week; they were all jerks. I was almost always the butt of their practical jokes, and others that were downright torture. One time they locked me out of my house while it was pouring with rain (I got really sick for days after that), another time they used my palms as ashtrays (they put out their cigarettes in them, a whole pack of them, I had to use bandages and cream on the burns they left me with, making me unable to jerk off for over a month, and they lied to my mom about the burns, saying I caused them by playing with the stove, which earned me a grounding), another time they hid cigarette butts in my food, forced me to eat it, they didn’t even have a reason behind it, I didn’t do anything, I was nice from the start because despite looking like whores they were my family and family is to be respected and loved (that’s how I was taught).
There were days I wouldn’t leave my room after school for fear of something happening to me, and then you ask yourself: “Hey? And where was your mom during all this?” She was too busy working to put food on the table with a full time job that had her exhausted and tired (so much so that she always ended up sleeping in), and unfortunately for me, my cousins, the bitches, also contributed to the house but they had part time jobs, my mother needed that extra income in addition to trusting them to take care of me and look after me, and for one thing, she believed my cousins more than she did me (I have no idea why, you could see from miles away that they were bitches, and as everyone knows, you can’t trust bitches), so no matter what I told her, she didn’t believe me, and once she told me I was a scaredy-cat, but it all ended when I turned 14, in that year, my cousins left, I think with boyfriends they got, without warning, taking their things with them (I’m thankful they didn’t take any money).
