asked me if I wanted my physically abusive ex-husband
killed.
Step-Father: “Your sister told me what happened to
you, with your husband. Do you want me to have this
motherfucker put to sleep? I can have him put to
sleep. You know I was in Vietnam. I got motherfuckers
that’ll put him to sleep.”Tiffany: “Nah, I don’t think you’re really good at
putting people to sleep. You’re good at fucking up
people’s lives, but I don’t think you’re going to be able
to put them to sleep because you didn’t put my mama
to sleep. I’m still awake. You’re not good at that. I
don’t think so.”Step-Father: “All right. Well you let me know if ever
you need me to put somebody to sleep. I ain’t got
nothing to lose.”So either way, this dude was messing with my head.
I try to forgive him. I really do try to mnd a place of
forgiveness in my heart for him.
That shit is hard, though.
Foster Care
I was in foster care from the time I was thirteen until I was
eighteen. We was taken from our mom when I was thirteen.