The reason

When I was around 16 I left home. I wont get into the details of it but suffice to say my home was not a safe place for me to be; I had a very violent father who didn’t think that women should be allowed to speak…and I was willing to put up with a good beating for the satisfaction of speaking. Not very safe for me so I left.

My father didn’t like this. He didn’t like how it looked. He didn’t like how it might make him look. So he started talking. Mostly to family members, telling them all sorts of things about me and how bad that I am and was. So, even though none of it was true and my younger sibling no longer talk to my father, the seeds of hate that he said about me are still in them and they wont have anything to do with me.

After I left home one of my brothers came home from his mission and heard from my father about all of my wicked deeds and this set him on a road from then on to be against me. So between him and my father constantly saying bad things about me, I am pretty much unredeemable in my family’s eyes.

And to make matters worse, I have somehow gotten the blame for all of the problems that my family has ever had. Me. My brother and father have joined forces and have decided to tell everyone that it is because of me that no one talks to each other anymore. Me! Who no one even talks to to begin with? My original act of defiance against my father, my leaving because I didn’t want to get beaten anymore for opening my mouth is the reason my family isn’t together?

I’ve been watching all of the protests going on in Russia. Putin reminds me of my father. I love that he has tried to lesson the sincerity of their protests by accusing them of only doing it because “Americans” are paying them to. As if they could never have been motivated to rise up against him unless there was greed involved.

Putin reminds me of my father. He accuses me in the same way. Always trying to keep me from speaking my mind. He can’t physically beat me anymore so he abuses me by the things that he says about me.