Phoenix Camelback Hospital

My Roommate

By Vonia Martin

Way back in the mid 80s my adopted momster sent me to mental institutions in her quest to be rid of me. It was a problem because other then the fact that she just got married there was no other reason. Her and her new husband didn’t want to hurt their sterling reputations so the conspired to rid themselves of me. With any luck they will make it appear to be my decision. Lucky them, putting one over on a foster kid, that has got to be a new low for educated society. No? If not , it should be. 

People that adopt a child should not be allowed to give them back just because they met someone and they don’t want the child for what ever reason. It should not be allowed especially when the child is only a few years from adulthood. 

My adopted momster institutionalized me for years before she was allowed to disown me but no one not one person spoke to me about it or what I wanted. The courts really fucked me on the whole deal but now I am back and ready to prove that it was her that made the mistake of disowning me for someone who only wanted your money. Can’t you see that he has none of his own so you are the only way for him to leave anything for his children but first he has to rid you of me. With an heir you would have no reason to leave his children anything and since he didn’t work to leave his kids something he depends on you to do so. You don’t even care as long as you didn’t have to be alone. Well, he more then earned your money he made sure he wouldn’t go to me. 

After everything I’ve been through with you and your empty promises, my real momster and her  child molesting ways, then the joyful foster care system, then being institutionalized, then being disowned and raped by the family that was suppose to protect me, it is a wonder I haven’t gone postal. Or is that what you are pushing for? Get it over with, no one goes through this much and survives unscathed. 

Yet there is no where for me to turn no one I can count on. Not even my momster who adopted me and looked me up 35 years later because she is so terrified of being alone she uses me again to insure her husband’s children will care for her after he dies. 

All it costs her was a car, all it casts me was my soul.

Congratulations, you win. 

Anyway, to my roommate, I am so sorry I tried to Jack your shirts. I should have told your mom she forgot them but I wanted them so I said nothing and I am sorry. You didn’t deserve that and please forgive me. Thank you in advance.

Vonia Martin