CenotaphGirl
Under the dirt, that’s my home ⚰️
So when I was 17 I marched out of my mothers prison and went to be with the cool kids aka my older sister.
She lived in a small flat cut off from all our parents money because she was breaking every rule my parents ever had.
My sister lived a very.... scary lifestyle and I spent most days outside the flat waiting for the last man to leave.
I met a lot of people in the block but one that I particularly liked was a older man, called... Steve for the story sake, he recently lost his wife, and every day I would take him a meal and a jar of cake,
I enjoyed going because he reminded me of my dad (who was then about an hour away), he told me stories about his wife, and what good care she used to take in making sure he was always well looked after.
He also told me how he always wanted to go before her, I have heard many men say things like this, very sad.
Anyway, I had to stop brining him food because people started to talk about how this old man had a 17 year old in his flat every day,
I didn't know it at the time but he randomly became very standoffish with me, and scared me the last time I went there.
I remember crying confused for a very long time, scared to bump in to him so much, but after my dad passed it happened,
He told me how sorry he was for my loss and explained he felt awful that he scared me, but people were calling him all sorts of awful things.
Anyway, this story just came to mind, was a hard thing to get over, but what shocks me till this day is people would have rather seen him completely alone than with any support.
In my opinion they knew nothing.... wrong was happening, but just felt ashamed that they never offered to help their fellow neighbour, I think, maybe I am naive? I just cant see the point of spreading such awful gossip.
She lived in a small flat cut off from all our parents money because she was breaking every rule my parents ever had.
My sister lived a very.... scary lifestyle and I spent most days outside the flat waiting for the last man to leave.
I met a lot of people in the block but one that I particularly liked was a older man, called... Steve for the story sake, he recently lost his wife, and every day I would take him a meal and a jar of cake,
I enjoyed going because he reminded me of my dad (who was then about an hour away), he told me stories about his wife, and what good care she used to take in making sure he was always well looked after.
He also told me how he always wanted to go before her, I have heard many men say things like this, very sad.
Anyway, I had to stop brining him food because people started to talk about how this old man had a 17 year old in his flat every day,
I didn't know it at the time but he randomly became very standoffish with me, and scared me the last time I went there.
I remember crying confused for a very long time, scared to bump in to him so much, but after my dad passed it happened,
He told me how sorry he was for my loss and explained he felt awful that he scared me, but people were calling him all sorts of awful things.
Anyway, this story just came to mind, was a hard thing to get over, but what shocks me till this day is people would have rather seen him completely alone than with any support.
In my opinion they knew nothing.... wrong was happening, but just felt ashamed that they never offered to help their fellow neighbour, I think, maybe I am naive? I just cant see the point of spreading such awful gossip.
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