This is an ongoing page concerning the many injustices that have surrounded my life and effect many others as well. Keep checking back I hope to update this page every other day or so.
In the beginning-
To make a long long long story short I was born into a low-income but happy family. My mother commited suicide when I was seven years old. My father worked constantly trying to support the three children he and my mother had birthed. He needed someone to take care of us while we were growing up so he married a lady almost instantly to virtually serve as our nanny.
The lady that became my stepmother we will call Robyn. Robyn fell hard for my dad even though he didn't like her much and just really needed someone to help him out. I was the oldest out of my sisters, my younger sisters being 3 and 5 months old. I have also always acted and looked just like my mother who died. Needless to say my father didn't pay much attention to Robyn and she felt neglected and thought that it was my fault because my father supposedly cared more for me because of the similarities with my mother. Having such a deranged outlook on things caused Robyn to have extreme jealousy. She quickly began to abuse me- verbally more so than physically.
The abuse and what was never done about it-
Mainly, like I stated previously the abuse was mostly verbal. I remember being and third grade and being called a whore constantly and I was absolutely not sexually active at all when I was eight years old! I hadn't even gotten kissed on the playground or anything of the type.
She would compare me constantly to her real daughter Mel and remind me that I would and could never be as good as Mel. I made straight A's and tried very hard to prove my worth. Mel was assigned the duty of picking out my school clothes every night because my decisions were always bad even though we normally picked out the same things. She let Mel play sports and join girl scouts and when I wanted to do similar activities I was not allowed because of finacial reasons. When I questioned this I was told that Mel had been playing first and I should find something unique to do. So I requested to take drama classes and piano classes and was granted both for about a week until my stepmother didn't feel like taking me to practice or told me what I wanted to do was too expensive.
To this day Mel and I are still compared constantly. She is always a princess and actually has many things from my stepmother that say so and I come home to visit and I am always "oh, hi your hair looks like shit." My sister Jaimie who was born to the same mother I was adores Mel and is constantly seeking her attention telling her that she wants to be just like her when she grows up and that Mel is her favorite sister and so on. I do not blame Jaimie for being so unbearably disgusting but more so my stepmother. During my childhood my natural sisters were not permitted to play with me because I was evil or whorey or whatever the excuse of the week was. Everytime their hair was messed up or they were arguing about something or anything of the nature my stepmothers response was always,"you don't want to be like Julie do you?" My sisters learned very quickly that being close to me meant being bad and no one wants the only mother they have known to hate them.
This treatment would make since if Mel were somewhat spectacular and I was no good and very bad. But the situation is quite different. Mel got arrested three times for shoplifting when she was a juvenille and when she became an adult in her 18th year of life she and a friend were driving drunk and she knocked out all her teeth from the accident they had. Mel would sneak boys into our home and get caught doing drugs and drinking. She had numerous bad grades in school and even got caught stealing a school pizza one time. On the other hand, I made straight A's and would have graduated with honors had I not had a rough time living on my own at the age of 16. I never got arrested for anything other than running away. (i only did so because my situation was so miserable.) The only thing I ever did wrong was breathe and I got told that that was definately a very bad thing for me to do everyday up until I finally left that house for good.