Where my depression and Bipolar come from. Part one of many.

First off, I know my Bipolar isn’t where my thought and things in my life come from. However my thoughts, feelings, and the reason I do things come from all that your about to read and my Bipolar feeds off of this……

The first time Ange molested me, I would have been between the age of 4-6 years old. We would spend the night at his house with our friends who might only come in on the weekends, so not only did he molest me, but my brother and cousins as well as his great nieces and nephews. We all let this go on for I’d say another 8 years or so before someone finally reported him.

I don’t fucking understand how someone to do that to lord knows how many kids for however many years and no one ever said a word! He fucking played cards or ate dinner with my family almost night, we would go on camping excursions with him and yet not one adult knew. No one even questioned why over time I refused to be alone with him or to even been near him. How can not one fucking person see that?

Yes I’m mad! I’m mad at the fact my Grandparents never caught on. I’m mad at me for letting it continue to go on (but when your 7 how in the hell can you tell anyone something like that). I’m sure as hell mad at Ange for doing it. Hell I might even be mad at the rest of us kids for not opening their mouths. I’m mad because my dad didn’t save me. Oh fuck, I could keep going on and on at who I am mad at, but the point is, “I’m mad as hell”, still to this day!

When Grampy found out what Ange had done to his Grandchildren, he wanted to kill him. Gramps grabbed his gun and started to head down the lake, only to be stopped by my grammy. When I was 15 or so, after all this came out, I can remember sitting across the table from my Grammy and listening to her tell me that she “was in love with him”. Him, being the bastard who molested her grandkids! That right there made me even more furious. To this day I know I hold it against her and probably always will as she has never once apologized for what she allowed to happen to all of us.

We have no idea to know just how many kids Ange ruined by his actions as he has long since passed away. He was out alone on a snowmobile trail and had a heart attack. I could have only wished for a more violent death for him as he ever only got probation and time served for the fucking mess he caused us kids. Many lives have been ruined by this man, just how many I’ll never no as none of us talk about it.

Well I will leave here for the time being and continue this journey tomorrow. After writing this I feel some weight has lifted from my shoulders, but at the same time it’s still there as the people I want to say these things too, I can’t. So yes some of the weight is still there!