Your secret was safe with many of your victims and me for many years because we never told, but I'm a bone collector bring it on. Twenty years down the road you won't even notice that I escaped and flew away. Women are starting to have a voice these days and we're showing each other how to deal with, survive, recover, and leave a narcissistic abusive person. Leave before your sanity leaves! One of those statements that are easier said. After a man kidnapped, beat and raped me when I was nine years old I had serious doubts of being the Queen. Then the same man kidnapped, beat, raped, and murdered of my two little nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends in front of me. So, I knew I would never be the Queen. Then I had a long life of homelessness, violence, abuse, rapes, beatings, guns, and knives while homeless and hitching on the highways which confirmed even further that I'll never be the Queen. Many marriages and relationships with men were long, violent, abusive, rapes, beatings, guns, knives, and narcissistic abuse taking me further from being the Queen. They're was lots of incest and inbreeding within both sides of mom and dad's family, but they're are no Kings or Queens. ALL of my family alienated me and acted as though they were Kings, Queens and Holier than me, so I wasn't surprised to learn that I wasn't the Queen.
About the Author
Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, and homelessness. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it. Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man. My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon. My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters. Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering. I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist. copyright 2018/Mary N Stamper