Why do I even care
When I was 15 my dad began molesting me. To make that even worse when I couldnt handle it anymore and told a friend shit hit the fan and charges were brought up. Your probably thinking worse? Well its worse because my mom refused to believe me sided with him and had me admitted into a behavorial rehab center saying I was phsyco and on drugs when in actuality he was the drug user. I get out and she makes me live with other family members because hes not allowed to live with me for 6 months. After that period I had to live with him till I was 18 in a constant hell where I was even removed from my school and lost my cheerleading team Fast forward its been 6 years Ive since moved very far away and cut off contact, my little sister sadly has to deal with the situation and hes even further into drugs and my mom just doesnt care taking any anger out on her! Theres nothing I can do. I have my own family to take care of and CPS isnt listening. Until yesterday. As my mom is blowing out her 42nd birthday candles the police bust in the door and arrest my father on 3rd degree bulgary charges. How come after all this bs Ive been put through I managed to still cry? My dads going away for a few years I have no doubt about it. Im holding on to this false hope that this is going to make him better set him straight, but why do I even care? I cannot get this out of my head and I cant let go of it. I just want to cry and go be with the family that pretty much has said fuck me. Whats wrong with me?