Letter I wrote to my cousin, severing the very last link between me and my family of origin forever.

[LiberalLoner]

I moved far away when I turned 18, to get away from my father, my mother, my sister, my brother.

I had been hurt enough.

And it worked. I only had a very rare phone call from my sister to endure, and nothing from my brother, and little from my father and mother.

Then the internet came around and shitty shitty Char Char and my monster of a father, figured out how to use the on-line world to hurt me.

I no longer had a safe amount of distance between myself and them.

And they used all of you, and my nieces and nephew, and Stephen Stills and David Crosby, and all of their trolls, to harm me and nearly drive me to suicide.

All of that even while I was undergoing treatment for cancer, because all of you hate me so fucking much, you don’t have one drop of empathy.

So now I am hiding again. Not posting. Not answering my phone. Shutting every path any of you could use to harm me further.

I survived. Again.