I probably haven't drawn him in a year, it's felt a lot longer though. Last time I drew him was when we were on our annual trip to my birth state (or was annual lol)
I hate going on those trips, it's always such a nightmare. I do think about those people on an almost weekly basis and I just kinda wallow in my thoughts and theories for a bit. I really do wonder what would've happened if I had "stayed", probably would've devoted myself to becoming a nun- it's bizarre to think about knowing that my father would disown me (or at least lose some sort of respect for me, very hard to read) if I did.
I'm extremely fortunate to have been able to be rescued, I can't imagine the torment and punishment my mother went through to get me back and I'll forever be indebted, but I can't help but think she's lying to me. I wish I didn't think that but I'm always so skeptical and unsure about everything, I was really young when all of this happened so I can't really rely on memory either. Very frustrating, all of it. Hoping to move past this one day, I don't know why I have this in my stupid-weekly-things-to-think-about list when it really doesn't matter.