All my sisters have gotten their own posts… so yeah. It’s finally Cameron’s turn. Buckle up.
When Cameron first got introduced into the family, I was confused — but honestly? I was happy. He wasn’t like Sarah at all. He was fun. He was funny. He had this spark, this energy that made family dinners feel less like a chore and more like… something I could actually survive. He went out of his way to make things enjoyable. And for once, I felt like someone in that house saw me instead of the version of me that Emily and Sarah painted.
We used to talk about Megan and how wild she was acting. He agreed with us. He was on our side. It felt good to have someone in that house who wasn’t drinking the Kool‑Aid.
And then 2025 happened.
Emily’s abuse got worse. I stopped giving her power. I stopped paying her bills. I stopped letting her treat me like a punching bag. And what did she do? She ran straight to Sarah and Cameron — the two people who should’ve known better — and they handed her back the voice I took away. No questions. No “hey, what happened?” No attempt to hear my side. Just instant loyalty to the person who hurt me.
They talked behind my back. Lied about it. And when I confronted them — calmly, directly, with the truth — Cameron ran to Tia crying about how “mean” I was to him.
Be serious.
Tia literally read the messages. I don’t hide from what I say. I don’t sugarcoat. I don’t play pretend. But somehow I was the villain in his little story.
Then came the ignoring. The lying. The silence. And meanwhile, Emily gets kicked out and magically ends up living close enough to see Sarah and Cameron and Willow every day. Like a reward. Like a prize for being the problem.
Fast‑forward to last November. Sarah wanted to plan a Monday aquarium trip with my dad. Izzy had to work, and I didn’t want to see Emily or Sarah because — newsflash — they don’t care about me. They don’t love me. They made that clear. And after the way Cameron talked to me in that text thread? Yeah, no. I wasn’t signing up for that circus.
Then Christmas came. And Cameron couldn’t even look at me. Not once. He talked to everyone else like normal, but when it came to me? He acted like I was invisible. Like I was made of glass. Like I wasn’t even in the room.
Do you know how humiliating that feels?
To be treated like a ghost by someone you never wronged?
I never gave him a reason to hate me. I came to him with honesty. I wanted my side heard. I wanted fairness. And he gave my abuser a better life and a louder voice than he ever gave me.
I should’ve been ruder. I should’ve matched his energy. But I didn’t. I tried to be decent. And it didn’t matter.
Which brings us to now — well, February, because that’s when I’m writing this.
I’m getting rid of a storage unit. Most of what’s in it is Emily’s. I need her to text me so she can get her stuff. But I’m still blocked. Yet she keeps telling everyone she “tried” to text me. Lies on top of lies.
So I messaged Sarah and Cameron with the plan. And Cameron sends back one short, cold message like he hates even having to acknowledge me. A week passes. Emily has time to post on Instagram, call my dad, breathe, blink, exist — but not message me.
So I send another message. Nothing. Silence. But Sarah is watching all my stories. Emily is posting like she’s living her best life. They’re choosing not to respond. Choosing not to help. Choosing not to care
And honestly? Fine.
But I meant what I said:
If Emily doesn’t message me, her stuff is getting thrown out. I’m done carrying the weight of all three of them. I’m done being the only one trying to be fair. I’m done being the one who gets hurt while they play happy family with the person who abused me.
I’m done.
update. I went to go make dinner then I was going to finish editing this post. He called tia and asked about me. He then called me and i sent a nice messaged saying sorry I’m sick just tell em to text me and we can call later. Because i am sick and don’t have the energy to talk to him on anyone on the phone.
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