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Now, today's first story comes from Bad Meglavania Remix, which is

titled, My 21 Female, Boyfriends, 21 Male, Parents Are Abusive, and I Refused to Go Back to the Home

After an Incident. And there are some trigger warnings on this story, so if you do want to skip it,

please feel free to do so. Time stamps are down down in the description and along the timeline below. There is talk of childhood

abuse, body shaming and mentions of self-harm as well. Now, let's get started. I mostly need

to get this off my chest. I won't lie. Charlie lives 15 to 20 minutes away by car. We've been dating

for five months and it used to be my pleasure to drive up there and spend a few nights at his place.

I knew his parents are abusive and scream at him for nothing sometimes, physically assault him

and take away his phone and computer. He will be able to get out of there by the end of the

school year when he gets an internship. His plan for the future is to have very limited to

absolutely no contact with his shit family. I tried to make sure his family liked me and it worked.

I always try to be agreeable and very nice to them and since they love keeping up appearances anyway, it worked pretty well. Some time again, I'm going to be agreeable and very nice to them, and since they love keeping up appearances

anyway, it worked pretty well. Some time ago, I'm going to get about three to four weeks ago.

I was staying over on a Sunday evening, and I didn't have my car because a friend of ours

would come drive us to school in the morning. The parents had been away all day. They came home

in the evening. Pretty drunk,

actually, and Charlie's little sister, 17 female, went to complain that we ate too much lasagna or something.

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