I was sexually, emotionally, and physically abused by my brother, Shane Sheridan, from a young age until I moved out of my mother’s house when I was 19 years old. I repeat: I was raped, beaten, and emotionally manipulated by Shane for nearly a decade.

Was he the only person who abused me? No. Was he the only person that I knew who abused me? Also no. But his is the one that has stuck with me like a filthy parasite.

I’m gonna rant next but before I do that, hear this: if any of you keep him in your life after learning this, take me out of it. I don’t want to be around people who support someone who has done so much damage to my life that I am still repairing it over a decade later.

I know 98% of my family is already a lost cause. I love y’all, but I don’t feel safe with you. You have placed your comfortability above my safety since learning about this (also about a decade ago) and I won’t keep pushing myself to try and skip past the missing stair because you forgave something that wasn’t yours to forgive.

I hope everyone who has learned of this and chosen to still care for and support him feels filthy inside. I hope this knowledge haunts you and keeps you up at night. I hope you look at him and know that he has done so much damage that there are people in the world who still have nightmares because of him. I want you to sit with that. I want you to live with that.

He forgave himself for what he did. I never will.

Meow Mix and Friskies are perfectly fucking fine to feed your cats. If that is what is in your budget, then that is what you feed them. They meet all nutritional requirements. If it is AAFCO-approved, it will be nutritionally significant enough to meet your pet’s requirements. If it isn’t, don’t fucking feed them it. It is unregulated and you, frankly, have no goddamn clue what is in it.

Fed. Is. Best.

If you’re someone who is going to open their mouth and tell someone to feed their cats x,y,z brand because you’ve heard it is better for them, sit down and shut up. Unless you are going to buy that food for that person’s cat, fuck right off.

I can guarantee you that there are at least 5 other people who have told that person the same thing. I can also tell you that a lot of people who get told this also end up feeling like shit because of said unsolicited advice. So stop talking. Take your fingers away from that keyboard.

And for anyone who might come in here and say “if you can’t afford it don’t get a pet”, you can take your privileged ass opinion and get the hell out, too. Lower income people deserve to have animal companions, too. There are tons of reduced cost spay/neuter and vaccination clinics for people to use so don’t come in here about that either.

This makes me feel so sad and fucking bitter. I was 32 when my mom died.

Thirty fucking two.

These people got 30+ more years than I did.

And yeah I’m a grown adult and all that so being like “I’m an orphan” feels fucking weird

But my parents are both gone. My uncle who was like my father died a few months after my mom.

It’s not fucking fair

There’s so much I can’t do with her now, things I can’t fix, things I’ll never be able to say.

I wanna break things. I want to cry. I fucking hate this.