Memoir-Will it hurt others?
Hi all and a pleasant afternoon,
I have a story to tell but I don't want it to hurt others, even those who hurt me, but I want to know if I can use a pseudonym (is that correct?).
Also, would my story be interesting. Some of you have had some pretty horrific lives. My story is a little different, a little strange maybe, but perhaps that will sell. If you all don't mind I'll give you a little spin on my memoir. Things couldn't certainly be worse in life but here goes. I was about 4 when I was dropped off by my mother in a parking lot, picked up by my father (after she called him to tell him I was there), moved in with dad and stepmom. During that time frame I endured physical pain by my stepmother, (including having to put my mouth on my urine soaked bed), made to sleep in the yard, made to kneel in the yard when I was older, in front of all the neighbors (with my thumb in my mouth...I guess to get me to quit...I never did until I was 19), watched as my pedophile father raped my stepsister over the years, was raped by my stepgrandfather then told I should never bring it up again, I was raped by a Catholic Theology/Psychology teacher...yes...I know, beaten with the belt, pulled out of bed in the middle of the night because a dish wasn't cleaned properly, made to stay up all night long doing all the dishes in the whole house (probably why I suffer from severe insomnia), finally, got the heck out of there to marry my first husband, had a baby boy, had severe depression and post traumatic stress along with severe post partum depression, ending up leaving my son as I didn't want to hurt him, so I left, married again, had a baby girl, life seemed okay until he left me for someone younger, then married a third time. Things were okay. I finally had my dad arrested for rape (he tried to rape my nephew) and then suffered more after his death (he became a homeless man and was hit by a truck driver), if that wasn't bad enough, I lost my brother a month before my real mother (we finally got back together when I was much older and had somewhat of a relationship, although it was probably more unhealthy than anything else...I just wanted my mother..so did my brother...but he never got her to say she wanted him), he died of an accidental overdose of methadone and sleeping pills in her house a month before she succummed to brain cancer. Once I got over that hump in my life I took a call from my first husband about my son. He was arrested for raping his little brother and he himself was only 17 at the time. We talk but it is a little upsetting knowing that he is this way..still we talk...he is on the sexual offenders list and has 20 years probation...he can't go anywhere. The guilt I had because I left him those many years ago with his father have somewhat diminished, my life seems to be getting a little better but there is always that thought in the back of my mind that something else in the darkness lurks to take the happiness away.
So, I hope I didn't bore you with this but what do you think. Quite a long synopsis and I'm sure I could do much better but I think it would be a good memoir, I just wouldn't want to hurt my stepmother or my half brothers and half sister and stepsister. Could I use a pseudonym?
Thanks for your time...Take care and God Bless..
MaryBeth