Lies: The Glue That Keeps Families Together

Lies: The Glue That Keeps Families Together. snaps fingers because that’s a title right there. welcome to my villan era. in today’s case study, we will be recalling my experience with a distant family i stayed with for a few months in Austin, Tx & goddamn. we will be discussing generational trauma, sexual abuse, power dynamics, and the desperate need for control. so put your seatbelts on because we’re going for a ride. let’s pull the cat out the bag. quick. so my grandmother had a big brother. he raped her for years as a little girl. & i was staying with HIS family. red flag. they invited ya girl. Unc was in jail tho, i mean a nursing home with dementia. anywho, i don’t believe in family secrets. they kill spirits. kill souls. & they prevent healing. now this was something i was suppose to keep quit about while i was with them, especially to his wife. but let’s get into Auntie while we’re on the subject.

I remember when my aunt, by marriage, called me a whore. & i said, well at least it’s by choice & my husbands not pimping me out. because back in her heyday, mr. husband used to force her to sleep with his yt friends in the army. so that he could do the grown-up with their wives. ya know, pass them around like objects. women with no autonomy over themselves or their bodies. such good wives. ya know. the ones who shut tf up and listen. it was the 70s. you’re probably wondering, how tf do i know this? i was 27. she. her 70s. & i think sometimes we just yearn to be seen when we’re living a lie. authentic connection makes us feel connected. & the truth sets us free. well, until you walk back into your cage. willingly to face the lie you’ve built around yourself. saving face. but i still wonder. who is the whore? me with boundaries. or you with none? stuck in the prison of love. your number one enemy. the lies & secrets that sat on her soul didn’t just poison her. It spread, infecting each generation and twisting love into violent control.

anyways. next, her son. my mom’s first cousin. i hate him. if he has a heart attack yesterday. he deserved it 10 years ago. jesus, if you’re listening. hear my cries & make him weep. or not wake up tomorrow. amen. getting on my bad side is sinful. is he the oldest? i’m not sure, but he acts like it. walking in the abusive footsteps made by his father. the dictator or should i say General he wishes he could have protected himself from, but instead pisses on YT women. for fun. TF kinda hobby is that? & it never gave bad b.itch. it gave EWWW. like his wife. fat ass pam. i guess he always just settled for what he could get it, dreamt of what he wanted, and landed on the moon with a disgusting fetish. weirdo. but i hate her too & everything she’s ever created. including her children. we’ll circle back on that. back to the urinal. it’s giving. power dynamics? that you don’t have. & never will. & that’s why you keep your daughters and wife uneducated? to control them. forever. under your whack a.s leadership? do me a favor and lead them off the cliff. sorry you couldn’t protect your brother. from your dad. let’s get into that. my ears bleed knowing these ppl’s truth.

brother number 2. i actually liked him, but a man who stands for nothing falls for anything. in this case it makes sense. one day, we were running errands.my ears weren’t surprised when we were discussing his sex life. he’s gay. & outta nowhere, the passion took over him. like the passion of christ. the truth revealed itself again in this family built brick by brick on lies. & he said to me, Sarah. why don’t people ask why all of these men are gay? maybe their fathers did something to them. & i looked at him like.. are you trying to tell me something? because he in fact did tell me something & continued to share that when he has sx w/ men, he tries to hurt them bc that’s where he gets his anger out. yearning for power? idk but i was concerned. truly. because his dad is the one who raped my grandma. my uncle too. & one thing about a raper man is…. they don’t stop. they simply find new victims. imagine being married to a man who raped your own child? please don’t. because that’s insane. just to be able to say, well i’m the one who got the big house, retirement, and money. you pick me b.tches are sick. lock the family up.

& we’re gonna wrap this up with one more fake ass b.tch. we’re not even gonna get into the rest of the family of weirdos. my cousin. a descendant of pickmishas. following blindly with no brain behind her urinal father who pisses on YT women for fun. bby never had a chance with her broke a.s and her broke a.s friends. & she married a broke a.s line cook. are you desperate? ummm anyways, one day she told us all she was going to work in the middle of the day. to do nails. rememeber. her father keeps his women out of the books. a girl with no brains can’t argue. only follow. her mother was a stylist & not a good one. Anyway, come to find out… this b.tch was not doing nails on her daily escapades. b.tch was a whole sex worker. she told me she was going downtown Austin to some place where old married men would come on their lunch break & they would dance for them half naked. TF. who knows what else? hoes never tell a whole story. & grandmother tried to call me a whore? hmmm created a bloodline anyone would be ashamed of. mmmmmm.but

lies. the glue that keeps families together. because every sunday as we gathered for brunch, you’d never think anything i just discussed was true. it was just a family, but everyone left a piece of who they were at the door to sit in peace around the table. the software engineer, the whack ass stylist, the girl who didn’t do nails, the retired PhD. family. & me. the black sheep with boundaries who refused to be a part of the family group chat. the unpaid therapist who carried the burden of everyone’s truth. I felt so uncomfortable around them. i could feel the lack of validity in the room. i knew it. bad vibes & I wondered if you all lie to each other every day & these are the people you love the most…. wtf are y’all saying about me? sadly. I read all about it on Facebook after Alex tried to abuse me & left me stranded after tricking me and manipulating me when I was in a very vulnerable situation. so I wonder—are the lies really worth it? Or are they just the chains keeping us bound to the dysfunction we pretend doesn’t exist? & s/o to my grandma in heaven. vengeance is yours my darling ♥️ & i’m so sorry that happened to you.