Child Abuse Story From Angela1
by Angela
(Location Undisclosed)
My mother's secrets:
My parents who were both alcoholics divorced when I was five. My mother sadly was granted physical custody. My mother took all her anger out on my brother and I. We were the youngest and the hated. My oldest brother was loved and cared for. He would often tell on us and even lie to get us in trouble. One day he told my mother that my brother (now deceased at 19) was playing with matches. She put a long t-shirt on him and set the bottom on fire and let it burn for several minutes, holding on to him before she put it out. I was forced to watch and asked if I would like to be next. He had several blisters on his lower legs. Sometimes I swear I can still hear him screaming.
She was very violent towards my brother and would beat him with her fists and belts and call him a f**ken bastard. My brother was also my older brother's punching bag. He was beaten by one or the other weekly. My brother also learned how to eat fast because his food was often taken away by my older brother. My mother didn't say a word, she didn't care. So we would sneak out to the kitchen late at night and eat dry cereal.
Several years later thing's got a lot worse when she got a boyfriend. The abuse turned emotional. I was placed at the table for hours at a time and told I was stupid and fat and wouldn't be worth two cents. When company came over I would be weighed and my backside measured in front of them. I was now the target and my brother was left alone. I would go to sleep and hear her still going on at the table about me. I would put my fingers in my ears. This was life at my house.
After a night of drinking she ripped my shirt off and punched me in the face and screamed at me, "He'll never want you, he wants me." She was talking about her boyfriend. I was only 11. She taunted me about being sexually abused and with the voice of a little girl she'd say, "Did he stick his finger in your little pussy." The last time she said this I was 28. She had quit drinking but she was still the same and she still hated me.
My brother was thrown out when he turned 16. He developed a drug and alcohol problem and was dead at 19. I was also thrown out off and on in my teenage years, and her abuse continued even after I left home.
I married the first man that came along just to get out. The most sickening truth of all I learned by accident one afternoon when I stopped by her house unexpectedly back in '96. My mother and older brother's relationship was sexual. I was sick. Looking back, there were signs. He would stomp out of the room if anyone came to the house to visit her. In the end it was as if he was a predator and she was the prey. I have no contact with her or him and they still live together in their madness. I divorced, remarried and moved 2,500 miles away, but I'm still haunted by the memories.
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