My name is Charles W. Smith III, I am the namesake of my father Charles Jr. (502-821-8774) I’ve been traumatically abused by my family my entire life and I’m here to make it known. Their only rebuttal will be that I’m “crazy and mentally ill like my birth-mother” because I’m an artist /writer and the step-child. Or, “That’s just how he feels,” as dominate social groups tend to discount all minorities.

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My paternal grandmother was an orphan and therefore raised my father in such a selfish manner that he’s desperate for feminine affection and therefor horribly codependent.

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My stepmother slept with a married man. My father left my mother when I was 1 year old and married my stepmother when I was 3. He was granted custody of me by framing my birthmother as “crazy.” I was abusively forced to call my stepmother “mom” my entire life and therefore emotionally manipulated and brainwashed into giving my birthmother’s love away. I was the sword that pierced my mother’s bleeding heart after my father ripped it out. She never recovered and died of ovarian cancer in 2011. Both she and I developed a speech impediment from the trauma, a stutter that I’ve been able to overcome in my adult life as I’ve sorted thru these deeply rooted emotions.

-My father and stepmother have been married for 30 years, thereby I’ve also called her “Momma” for the same amount of time. Thru my father I have grown to love her, if she loved my father she would love me because love is love. She only wants his money. She has pictures of me all over a house I’m not allowed to enter, just to manipulate his mind. I am the sacrificial lamb of desperation in my father’s current marriage. A lie is still a lie no matter how often it’s repeated.

-My Father and Stepmother lied on their housing application over 20 years ago to purchase their current residence- stating that they’d never gone bankrupt, when in fact they have- twice.

-My stepmother (Lisa Florence-Smith 502-821-8982 US Postal Service Main Office, Personnel) and siblings chronically smoke cannabis, yet have government/corporate jobs. They use my father’s urine to manipulate the system. The majority of her family are crack addicts and criminals, my step-uncles constantly steal/rob their mother’s house to feed their addiction. Once my father’s protection dies, they’ll probably frequent the neighborhood because while still seeking her mother’s approval she’s fiercely loyalty to her family by default.

-I was the house slave. I was always made to do chores that my siblings never had to do- even now during our 30’s my father does all the chores. I was made to sleep in the living room and dinning room for my stepmother’s ultimate plan was to alienate me from the family.

-My father only supported the reflection of himself he saw in me. He would build me up just to knock me down if I wasn’t who he wanted me to be. He would sabotage my life, then scold me for being a “liability.”

-I had to hold a difficult job at the post office while attempting college, while my siblings didn’t. My siblings are almost 30 years old. Christopher has never had a job and has obtained multiple degrees while living in my former bedroom. While, Corey (502-821-8982) has been able to develop a fairly successful lawn care business called Smith’s Clean Cuts. My parents subsidize my brother’s entire lives yet label me as “crazy” and therefore I am denied family support and “have to make it on my own.” Maybe if my family hadn’t destroyed mine and my mother’s life, I would be much further ahead.

– (2013) I was gay bashed by my brother Christopher W. Smith (United Parcel Service 502-299-3355,) He called me a “faggot” and I was left with bruised ribs and a partially broken front tooth. No matter how one personally feels about gay people, I still deserve not to be assaulted, especially by my own family. Let God deal with me… Afterward they fabricated and filed a Mental Inquest Warrant against me, in which 4 police offers snatched me from my bed late at night. I was psychiatrically evaluated for the following 2 weeks then released because, obviously, I’m not crazy- my family is.

-When the M.I.W. didn’t work, my stepmother cried wolf and framed me as a threat and filed a family restraining order against me. Again, 3 police officers came and removed me from the house. Although it was fabricated and ultimately dismissed. Jobless none-the-less, I was left to sleep along side the Plainview lake. It was cold that night, I sobbed. I went back to ask for some sweatpants and a jacket and my father demanded to know “Why I was here.” I was homeless for the following 2 years.

– (2020) A decade later, it has cycled again. I forgave them, yet their constant ridicule caused me to have a complete mental/emotional breakdown in my own apartment back in May, in which I completely fell to the floor. In response, they doubted it’s severity and then they disabled my phone. Then, they left me without transportation to get food, medication, or to work. Although I had a good job with Sprint and asked to borrow $2,000 to purchase a piece of car, they ignored me and purchased Corey (the youngest) a new truck. As of 9/30/2020 They still haven’t contacted me and I’m banned from my father’s house.

-Child Molestation- The same demons of my stepmother’s family that have alienated me from my father, also are covering for my step-uncle M. Harris (has a son by the same name) who molested my younger step-cousin Sharonda while she was sleeping. She said she would awaken to his phallus on her face. No one in the family did anything but moved her to another house.

-Child Suicide- Also these same demons, years ago, caused my younger cousin Chandler to hang himself in my step-grandmother’s (June Florence’s) garage around the age of 10(?) He got in trouble in school and instead of facing his parents, he figured death would be easier. So honestly, his parents and grandmother should be in jail for child abuse because why would anyone be that scared of their parents??? *June Florence (502)821-0884, 713 E. 9th St. Jeffersonville, IN*

Ultimately, I still love my family- even my stepmother as my 3^rd parent, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to be their escape goat nor will I stay silent about abuse. I’m returning these demons to their source. I may be writing this in vain, but I think you all should know what kind of neighbors you’re living next to.
Thank you.