Why did she always hit me? I never understood what i did so wrong to cause this. I still don't understand why it happened to me. Was i that bad of a kid? I always wondered if i was just a horrible kid or if she just hated me. I still don't know why it had to happen to me. I always kept what she did to me a secret until i couldn't keep it secret any longer. When i was younger my parents got a divorce. Not to long after the divorce he got with a women named Sam. Everything was going really good and we were a happy family. After about 6 months of my dad being with her she got pregnant and the family was not so happy anymore. Dad started working out of town because we needed the extra money because of the baby coming. Everything started getting …show more content…
My mom was with me and then we get a call that Sam just went into labor with my little sister Rachel. Everyone started stressing out because i was in the hospital and now she was. I stayed in recovery while Sam had Rachel. We all got released out of the hospital on the same day. We all went home and at first things were going fine. After a couple months they started noticing the house was too small so we had to move. We stayed in the neighborhood and moved maybe five minutes away from our house. Things started to get very stressful Dad and Sam started fighting, money got tight, Dad started working out of town even more, and Sam supposably started doing meth. After things would get stressful with the baby or around the house or just a simple thing aggravated her it would get all taken out on me. Sam started sleeping all the time and didn't clean the house or take care of us. She would make me call her Mom or she would get mad. Rachel was now a little older but was not being taken care of properly. Dad was never home so he didn't know this was happening and when he was home she would act like a completely different person. I was made to take care of Rachel. I was no longer able to be a kid. When i didn't do things right she would hit me. She did so many things and it just ruined my life. I never told anyone because if i did she would only hurt me worse. The abuse went on for years. My little brother charles was born …show more content…
When he was home he wouldn't let me clean the house and everything like i was so used to doing. He started noticing the house was always a mess when i didn't do the work. Dad thought it was not my job to take care of Rachel and Charles so he wouldn't let me. Sam hated this so when he was gone she would make me do the work and she would take all the credit. Sam would still hit me every time i did things wrong. Now that Dad was home all the time he started noticing odd bruises on me. Sam would tell them i got them from playing outside and i was very clumsy. One day dad came home from work early and caught Sam hitting me. Dad put me on the bus and sent me to school. I don't know what happened when i was at school but when Sam came to get me she had many marks on her and was crying. A teacher pulled her into a room and asked her questions. I don't know what all was said in that room but the school was out on lockdown. Dad got arrested and was in jail for a while because of what he did to her. I still don't know exactly what he did but it had to of been bad since he was put in
They were married like 2 months after we me but didn 't live together for the first year. They had some issues because of the rash that they had in their marriage. in few month, he enlisted in the army behind her back and this was a huge issue and problem for us. After that she finally moved in with him and a month later he left for basic training while he was gone. she screwed up big time. She was an emotional wreck and slept with this guy,obviously it made everything worse for her in some ways but really helped me wake up. And she realized that she had a good man and was trying to make a better life for our family. She found out she was pregnant too So she really turned my life around and was trying to live for God and my family. Her ex and her relationship really grew and when he got back we were doing great and had the baby. But within a few months later we started going through this huge spiritual battle which led to me confessing she had cheated while he was gone. Which literally tore him apart understandably. she was so frustrated tho cuz he knew she had changed so much everyone knew..they could see it in my eyes. Well he turned away from God and began an affair with who I thought was my "best friend" it was so crazy. So we really went thru a lot. We were working on our marriage and he moved 4 hours away for school and like the next day
Most children have unpleasant parts of their childhood, and I am no different. My parents divorced when I was very young, but my mom was able to keep us. This only lasted for a period of four years, then I was taken from my mom and given to my dad. It did not take long for my situation with my father to turn into an abusive one. My father did not abuse me much, but he stood back as others were more than willing to fill in for him.
I do not remember much of when they were together, but some would say this was good. Either way I still felt the repercussions of their divorce, as did my brother. It did not matter that I was only five at the time, in the years to come their divorce would play a significant role in my life. I do remember asking my mom, “Will you and Daddy ever get back together?” “No Honey, you and your brother are the only good that has come out of our marriage,” she replied. Those words broke my heart and have stuck with me throughout my life. As for my dad, he moved on fairly quickly after the divorce. I did not understand it at the time, but thinking back now I realize he was probably just lonely and really wanted a family, and this divorce had broken him. So when he met my future stepmom his hope for a normal family
I started thinking of all the lies that I'd heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn't want to see her there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn't been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell her that she wasn't there.
My parents started their divorce process almost four years ago. My mother was strung out on prescription drugs to help her deal with her pain associated with her Klippel-Feil Syndrome while my father was, as I learned last year, growing marijuana in my backyard. While my mother was on all of
Skipping years ahead, I remember the first occurrence of emotional abuse coming from my mother, when I was in middle school and I had started changing my look and gaining some weight, my mother began humiliating me through name calling, and excessively criticizing me, in addition to swearing and yelling which she engaged in more frequently. The effects that this particular pattern of
She has always been abusive. She's been abusive to me, my family, but mostly shes abusive to my brother, Zak. She's told us things that she knew would emotionally crush us. She thinks that life is just a game of cat and mouse, and shes the cat. We were forced to treat her like family although she was not wanted by most of us.
At first we were just messing around and then she started a war. I felt like a little kid getting picked on by my sister. “Stop it!” I said “Stop what?” “Beating me up with stuffed animals!”
I was raised with divorced parents. My parents separated when I was at a very young age, around four years old, so I do not recall a time where we were all one big happy family. When my parents first separated my dad only moved to the basement of our house. Then once it was finalized, he moved into a different home. I would primarily stay with my mom, and visit my dad every other weekend.
When I was in the 6th grade, my mother got into an awful relationship
The three years that this happened to me lead me to become depressed, suicidal, anxious, and to eventually develop an eating disorder. At first I didn’t think that any of these disorders were connected to my abuse, but through therapy I released the deep roots that connected all of these problems. My depression started it all by not being able to express myself properly I thought of and tried to commit suicide. Thankfully I told my parents of my attempts and they took me to a facility that taught me how to identify my feelings and how to deal with them.
I live in a small town and the word gotten out pretty quickly. I guess a person would say my parents were #goals. The biggest surprise to me was how my church reacted. Everyone constantly asked me if my sister and I was ok. No one really asked my Mom. Everyone mainly went to my Dad. When my Mom got pregnant, during her sophomore year of college, she moved in with my Dad. So my hometown is basically fill up with my Dad side of relatives. So, when my parents announced they are getting a divorced, everyone assumed that my Mom wanted the divorce. However, it was my Dad who wanted the divorced .My Mom really wanted to work it out and go to therapy. My parents kind of put on a front and said it was a mutual decision, but my sister and I really knew it was my Dad that wanted it. A few of my aunts on my Dad side still considered my Mom as family. During this transition, I often stayed with them a few nights until my parents officially moved out and got their own
After about a week or two of my mother being in the hospital, the whole family
I knew she was just worried about me, but to be honest it bothered me. It sounded masochistic, but now I didn't want her to have stopped Alia from insulting me. She was my sisters, we were both near the perfect age to be 'moody teenagers' and we lived under the same roof. It was almost natural for us to yell at each other frequently.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."