#HBD: "S0nny"

- Let me out the car & left me on the side of the highway as a toddler; I was later discovered by a Good Samaritan, with a stripe of its male DNA down the back of my little bubble coat

- When called into the p0l!ce station regarding the incident, its first & only words to me were 

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"Oh... you're still alive."

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- Had me strapped into a carseat then left me in a mucky stream of water running beneath a highway overpass; a homeless man later discovered me & alerted authorities

- Was once observed by D3bb!e carrying me around by the collar of my onesie--as opposed to cradling me in its arms--as a baby

- As a toddler, repeatedly left me alone in an empty house for days on end, locked in various rooms/closets with only a bucket to use as a toilet, telling me not to leave the enclosure because the floor/door handles were "hot lava"

- When told that I was ready for a 'big girl' bed due to the trauma of being trapped in a crib & left to the point of being near-death, got me a daybed with metal bars around it that were reminiscent of the crib's bars

- Until social workers spoke to it about its pr3d@t0ry behavior, used to openly use the restroom with the door wide open to the point a toddler Me would frequently walk-in on it

- It & D3bb!e once tried to put an outside lock on my bedroom door when I was ~5 years old; it had to be reasoned with by social workers asking common sensical questions like "How would she use the bathroom? Get a snack in the middle of the night?" etc. etc.

- Along with its bro D@v!d & sis P3nny, repeatedly told me to "get lost" or "go play alongside a highway" as a child

- Contact papered the windows in my childhood bedroom such that one couldn't see outside

- Couldn't even spell the word 'father' correctly, yet took great offense to being reminded it was my *STEP*dad, not one of my 11 *biological* dads

- Once drove for literal hours in the wrong direction on our way to a destination because it didn't want to stop & ask for directions

- Would routinely read negative emotions into a totally blank & emotionless facial expression of mine, i.e., Accusing me of "scowling;" "snarling;" "pouting;" "whining" or "yelling," when my voice was flat & neutral, etc. etc.

- I built a 3-foot heirloom dollhouse via kit with my Grandma Sally's help. One day, out of the blue, it "accidentally" stepped through the dollhouse such that there was a huge, gaping crater right in the middle of it. I only discovered the so-called accident after it had put the dollhouse out on the curb for trash pickup that week

- Would make weird, inappropriate comments about my body whenever I had the misfortune of having to be bathed by it, i.e., "Don't worry: You'll get b00bs someday..."

- D3bb!e used to force me to hug the n!99@ 'goodnight' against my will. All that abruptly stopped once it rebuffed my attempts to hug it by saying 

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"Get away from me, your armpits stink." 

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I was all of 5 or 6 years old.

- Actually altered the door jamb to my bedroom door as a preteen such that the door never closed completely; yet another instance of the utter lack of privacy I endured living under it & D3bb!e's roof

- Repeatedly told me as a young teen--both alone & in front of others--that the best solution to my life problems was to 

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"Just ki!! yourself."

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- When addressed by social workers about making such statements to me, angrily said "Since everything I say to her is the 'wrong' thing, guess I'll just not speak to her at all"--which is exactly what it did. The extreme stonewalling/silent treatment from it + D3bb!e not having any pictures up of me around the house (except for the most unflattering ones) was like being a ghost in my own so-called family home

- "Gifted" me an unwrapped 6-pack of plain white men's crew socks for what I thought was my 16th birthday

- More than once while driving me & D3bb!e around, it would abruptly brake in the middle of an intersection while the light was turning green or red, essentially trying to 'off' itself--& me & D3bb!e, too

- Would sneak off to the washer/dryer anytime I'd do laundry & add bleach to my load of clothes, then feign innocence when all my dark clothes came out with white or discolored patches 

- Both D3bb!e *AND* I noticed our intimate garments going missing from the wash from time to time. Disturbingly, after its passing, a trove of our missing undergarments was found amongst its personal items.

- J3rk3d off into one of my published books such that some of the pages were stuck together when thumbing through it

- Literally wrote me out of its will after I had a mental break & had to leave the house for ~1 year to recuperate 

- Addressing a roomful of women--including me, D3bb!e, & my Grandma Sally--openly complained about how much of a "b!tch" its female boss at the time was being towards it

- I recall one incident where literally everyone in this monstrosity's life--family, friends, social workers, etc.--were actively trying to convince it to voluntarily end its life. Per usual, it was stubborn AF about things & basically admitted privately to keeping itself alive out of spite to all the many MFs that it *knew* wanted its a$$ d3@d.

- Along with its bros & P3nny, was essentially a feral adult (see 'Feral Children')

- Once caught it urinating into a plastic cup in the kitchen, then throwing the contents outside on the back porch after it was done

- Never wore cologne or any kind of personal fragrance; its immediate living space always smelled like sweat, musk, & 'outside,' as the older folks say

- Instead of walking however many feet to the restroom in our house, would instead relieve itself in multiple bottles that were scattered around its bedroom/living space. Once peed in an empty water bottle during a visit to a college campus & left the bottle in my dorm room closet for me to later discover

- Was caught as a child s3xu@lly @büsing the family's pet dog. From that point forward, its mother Mi!!ie basically ostracized it, training its dad/namesake & their football team of kids to all do the same. Eventually, things devolved to S0nny being kept outside naked, wearing only a diaper, in a dog cage

- When a Good Samaritan noticed S0nny encaged in its own backyard like this, they called authorities. S0nny was let out of the cage & questioned by p0l!ce; it was discovered that--at the age of ~9 years old--it actually *preferred* wearing diapers as opposed to using an actual toilet because "the clean-up is easier"

- It was later discovered that the B!unt kids were routinely left alone in the house to fend for themselves while their parents' whereabouts were unknown. P3nny had apparently been taken in by a convent by this time, but her bros were so far gone that they'd taken to using one of the mansion's many bedrooms as a makeshift bathroom, with used diapers tossed around, smeared feces on the walls, & puddles of urine soaked into the floorboards

- One of my uncles revealed that as the boys reached adolescence, their mother Mi!!ie resorted to wrapping a metal padlocked chain around the refrigerator to keep them from, as she said, "eating [her] out of house & home." In their adulthood, several--if not ALL--of the siblings suffered from disordered eating to the point of obesity & chronic illness. S0nny itself was Type 1 diabetic from a childhood spent surviving off mostly candy, soda, & other packaged sweets

- S0nny was routinely teased by its bro D@v!d for having to inject insulin, with D@v!d openly & repeatedly calling S0nny a "junkie" for his needle use

- The youngest son Chr!s was also mercilessly teased by D@v!d, who'd openly address him as "Sissy Chr!ssy"

- Maybe it's because she didn't grow up around them full-time, but every time Aunt P3nny would visit the house, Uncle D@v!d would openly s3xu@lize her looks & opine about what it would be like to sl33p with her. Rumor has it they have a child together, born through a similar process as *my* biological kids, with Aunt P3nny's egg cells & Uncle D@vid's sperm cells being implanted into a surrogate for delivery. Both of them were deemed "unfit parents"--due in large part to their close sibling relationship & untreated, completely unacknowledged, severe mental illness--& the child was raised elsewhere by relatives

- P3nny & D@v!d, along with their oldest bro S0nny & sister-in-law D3bb!e, were eventually permanently & irreversibly sterilized for their enthusiastic, willing participation in Dr. J0s3f M3ng3l3's genetic nonsense--as well as their status of being next-level pr3d@t0ry s3x offenders of both children AND adults

- Regardless of how disastrous its personal life was, S0nny--bizarrely--always stayed with a manicure. It was later discovered that it & its bros frequented nail salons--not for the self-care aspect, per se, but for the "happy endings" the (mostly Asian) nail ladies would provide

- In its insular autistic incel world, S0nny came to see ALL women & girls as existing solely to satisfy it & its bros' perverted s3xu@l needs/desires; its sister P3nny & the disturbing way she turned out as a person only heightened this dysfunctional way of thinking & moving through life

- For whatever insane reason, S0nny LOVEDDDD its mother Mi!!ie--despite her stating repeatedly, to its face, how much of an ain't sh!t, worthless a$$ so-called person sub-human being it was. S0nny's autism diagnosis was responsible for its complete lack of self-awareness; inability to detect sarcasm/irony/direct insults; & inability to sense when someone didn't want its socially r3t@rd3d a$$ around--which was most, if not ALL, of the time

- Despite these many limitations, S0nny's ego was firmly intact--to the point of having a pathologically sky-high level of entitlement & arrogance about it. If anyone dared point out one of its many, many flaws, it would basically erupt in a n@rc!ss!st!c rage--especially if the person was female

- It & the other deceased members of its f*cked up family of origin are all buried in unmarked paupers' graves at a cemetery far outside of city limits--though I'm still haunted by the horrific experience of them... 

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...And fully expect to be for the rest of my days 💔🥀