I was around 6 years old when a girl from my school told a lie about me. After school, we would go to the dairy to see the animals. Climbing up on the pig’s sty and looking at the piglets was fun until this girl Dawn fell into the pig’s pound. I am not sure whether she told her brother, Patrick, I pushed her or he assumed I did, he took it upon himself to chase me. I manage to outrun him which was just a well as he was very cross as his sister was badly bruised. My auntie and her children were always telling tales to my grandfather about me. I was blamed for everything, they were always accusing me. I became accustomed to it. My grandfather was forever telling anyone who would listen to him how bad I was. It certainly made me feel bad about myself as I so wanted to be loved. I had known my stepmother in law since I was 15 years old. I was so upset when she misinterpreted something that I had told her and in turn, told my sister in law that I had asked a neighbor for money. My sister in law told Robert’s mother that I was begging for money. I assured my mother in law I never did any such thing. I was absolutely mortified and didn’t speak to my stepmother in law for a very long time. Robert had done some work for the neighbor and she had paid him for it. My sister in law was always saying or telling tales to her parents about me. Robert’s father was very fond of me and was having none of it. My daughter Georgina told her father’s oldest sister that I said she had killed her mother. My sister in law believed her and turned the whole family against me. Georgina Customize Design didn’t think it mattered as she said her auntie didn’t like me anyway. I hate lies. I was devastated recently when Lisa Brennan a support worker for the Isle of Wight children’s services fabricated a feedback report. She claims that she saw me touch my grandchildren inappropriately. She reckons she dived in and removed my hand. I think I would know if someone had touched my hand. I can’t stress enough she has never touched me. If this woman had beaten me to a pulp I would probably be in a coma by now. She has mentally abused me, this has impacted on my health both physically and emotionally. I think about what she has done to me before I go to sleep and again when I wake up. I have forgiven her but I don’t think she should be working with vulnerable families. It is so lovely when people are kind to me as I do love to be loved. by Dorothy Maude.
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