CPS called on Grimma and Grumpa over 35 times; An act that's never been forgiven

The abuse was so extreme Mom sued Grimma and Grumpa for emancipation.

"Let me tell you — it was fucking awful. I don’t think one of my brothers has ever recovered from it, or forgiven me. Our house was dead for ten years after."

Here is an excerpt of Aunt Brie's blog from August 27, 2018:

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August 27, 2018

"Some people I have talked to about this say, “So what, you’re a good mother, nothing will happen to you.” The thing is, back when I was 18 years old, and a sophomore in college, my sister, who had just escaped from a boarding school, and was suing my parents for emancipation, called Child Protective Services on my parents and myself over 35 times. I was 18, and could have technically been given custody over her. Let me tell you — it was fucking awful. I don’t think one of my brothers has ever recovered from it, or forgiven me. Our house was dead for ten years after. A happy kid for most of my life, even through my teenage year, I went on to struggle with extreme, oftentimes suicidal, depression for the rest of my twenties. "

"I think of the images I post on my own Instagram. In the pool with my big, good-looking family. On our big family estate. And I think how those images lie so hard."

"When I got the letter from the lawyer last week, I called my dad, and he screamed at me to calm down. My mother hasn’t talked to me in any meaningful way since. I know that there have been battles at the house when I’m not there. I know that once again, my family is choosing an unhealthy situation over supporting and loving someone who has been there for them, who is a good mother, who is trying to be a good person — that person, of course, is me.

Yeah, I have a blog where I’m very honest, but do you know what, it’s all I have. I don’t have money to go see a therapist. Even more so, I don’t have money to hire someone to watch Cleo while I go see a therapist. Even more so more so, no therapist has ever been able to heal this sadness I feel over the fucked up things that have happened in my family.

More than anything, I think this blog reaches people who also have fucked up families, and no one to talk about them with. Who struggle with whatever. I don’t know why you read this, but it makes me feel good to let you, and other people know, that I am not perfect, that I am struggling, that my life is not a cute Instagram story.

I guess I’ll probably be afraid of writing on the blog for the next few weeks, but I’ll keep trying."

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