C- That’s me. A 30 year old mother of two wonderful kids, currently in the middle of a very long drawn out divorce from my abusive husband.
Other main players:
E-My physically abusive ex who was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia after I left him after one physical encounter. Ex professional rugby player who probably suffered one too many concussions during the game that didn’t help. Compulsive liar, which makes everything interesting to say the very least.
Little E- My eldest child, who does not share the same name as E, but is a spitting image of him.
Z- My daughter, who was only 6 months old when I left her dad. Has never really known a life other then with just with her brother and I.
W- My first boyfriend whom I lost my virginity to, who was killed in a drive-by.
M- My co-worker, friend, and then my rapist.
K- The man I invested so much time with recently, that may have permanently tainted my hope of ever finding love. He checked all my boxes, plus some I didn’t even know existed. But unfortunately I don’t check all of his.
Mom- My super great, yet overbearing mother, who goes along with every new fad out there. According to her, she suffers from PTSD (nope she’s never fought in any war) and depression, both self diagnosed. She was also a big tofu fan when that was the trend, although now eats gluten-free thanks to her self diagnosed “celiac disease.” Trust me, I know it’s a thing, my mom just doesn’t have it. I’m her favourite child thanks to all my health issues and something for her to have to discuss with her doctor about.
R- My only full sibling. She’s older than me by 2.5 years, and is super religious. She married her first boyfriend J, who’s the only guy she’d ever been with, and they now have 4 girls and are pastors at their local church. She moved to a different city, although fairly close, because she has huge issues with my mom/his parents, that she really should get over.
K- My younger half sister that was given up for adoption at birth. We rarely speak now, after a brief re-connection in my early teens.
N-My younger half sister that I grew up with. She now lives less then 2 blocks away from me and we get along really well. She’s married to D, who treats her great but doesn’t have the best work ethic. She’s currently pregnant with their first child and milking this pregnancy for all it’s worth. If I thought she was lazy before I had no idea how bad it could get.