Personal Childhood And Past Trauma Stories:
The End of The OG
Trigger Warning: SA of minor mentioned
It’s 2013.
My husband, at the time, just got out of rehab. In less than a year,he’ll be heading to prisonMy 5-year-old just told us— a few months ago, he was sexually abused by my husband’s stepfather.
I’m working at Olive Garden—about 80 hours a week. I ask for Mother’s Day off, needing a day to regroup, to just hold my babies.
Of course, Mother’s Day is a mandatory workday. So, me being me... I go in. Even though I’m not emotionally or mentally stable.
Because I’m qualified to work a lot of positions, they keep changing where I’m working that day. Then they tell me, I have to be the closer, as an expeditor, while I’m already bartending and taking tables in the dining room.
I do something I’ve never done before. I walk out.
Of course, being me, I make sure all my tables are taken care of. Orders are put in. I give a full run-down to the person taking over. And I borrow the cashier’s swipe card to cash myself out— so I don’t take anything that’s not mine.
For the first time ever, I’m a stay-at-home mom.
I’m still in the private work chat room, and I’m still “close friends” with everyone. I see some new people in the room— one of them talking mad shit about someone who’s not even in the chat.
I reach out, trying to explain the personality of the person being bad-mouthed. Trying to clear the air, because I used to be a “peacemaker.” But the stranger takes screenshots of multiple people’s Facebook posts talking badly about the company.
They present it to the district manager— and use my name to say I sent the screenshots. I don’t work there anymore. Everyone believes the stranger.
I’m blocked by everyone I called family. No one even tries to contact me to see if it’s true. I’m kicked out of the private room.
I have a massive group of friends disowning me, hating me, dragging my name— no matter how good or helpful I was to them.
I’m horribly confused. Hurt. And suffering a severe loss of identity.
Two weeks later, my husband goes to prison. I have to find a job. I have to have my mom watch my kids.
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