Child Abuse Story From Amber1 Part 2

by Amber
(Windsor, Ontario, Canada)

I'm not 100% sure how to put this into writing but I'll try my best. For some time now I've known I'm emotionally abused, thanks to this site. I've put something small on here before (see Part 1 of Amber1's story) and it's really gotten worse.

When I was little, everything was fine. It all seemed to start when I began to grow up. Well, in my eyes anyway. She (my mother) would do normal parent things, like yelling at me because I didn't want to do the dishes or something silly like that, but when I turned 13 it got a whole lot worse. She yelled at me for having a messy room, not doing the dishes or telling her I would just do them later. It kept on like that for a few years, and then when I started high school (Grade 9) she hit me and of course I would cry and she would yell at me for crying.

Once, I was on my way to my bus stop still in my grade 9 year of high school, she hit me and missed but it was so hard that she cut her knuckle and it was bruised all around it. She told me to say she did it when she was moving the microwave.

When she would hit me, as soon she was done it was like she clicked into reality. I would run away to the living room or something and she would come after me, hug me and tell me she was so sorry and it would never happen again. But it would.

Now I'm 15 and she doesn't hit me anymore but she yells at me for everything. Last week she was driving me to school (because she forced me to move and told me she would just drive me to school) she started screaming at me for something that I can't remember and I started crying like I do every time she yells at me. I told her for the 18th time that I wish I were dead all the time and I was to kill myself. She said, "Just because you aren't getting your way." Like she could care less that I constantly want to kill myself and wish for death.

About 3 days ago I wasn't feeling well. I never get sick (like I get once maybe twice a year) and I just so happened to be not feeling well. We were in the car because she was driving me to school, and again for the second time that morning, she flipped out saying it was only because I was tired. I practically begged her to let me stay home and she did, but only after yelling at me and telling me she would take me home, but that I was getting my computer taken away from me for 2 weeks and I couldn't go to my friends birthday party which it this Sunday and Monday. She changed her mind after I had a fever for 2 days straight.

So I really don't know what to do. I physically hate my mom and I start to cry every time she yells at me. I'm alone all the time in my room. I don't believe in God at all and I wish I were dead all the time. I can't wait until I'm 18 so I can leave her and never come back. I'll most likely never speak to her again after I leave.

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Child Abuse Story From Amber1

by Amber
(Windsor, Ontario, Canada)

My mom yells at me all the time, and not like other moms. She yells at me and blames me for everything. It's like I can't do anything right. When she gets really mad at me she hits me, but she hasn't done it in a while. But still, she yells all the time and it makes me cry a lot. Sometimes I cry just to cry. She doesn't even have to do anything anymore. I think of how much I want to be dead and how much I want to kill myself when she yells at me. From her yelling at me it's made me not believe there is a God because I think if there is one why would he make my life so horrible and I ask myself what I did to deserve this. I know there are kids out there way worse off than me, but I still feel like this. Thanks for reading my story.

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