Child Abuse Story From Aria
by Aria
My parents seem like wonderful people. Part of me feels like they are. However, the years of randomly being called a sl*t, a psychopath, a c*nt, stupid, not good enough, that they wish I wasn't their daughter, have started to show that they aren't. I've been slapped, kicked, pushed, pulled, grabbed, had my hair pulled, toe broken, and continuously screamed at. In the past hour my father has told me that I am a stupid c*nt and that he wished I would kill myself. I get straight A's only to be told that they aren't good enough. My mother has admitted that they have been much easier on my brother than me, but still she berates me, never my father. I suggest family therapy, but I am the one forced to see a psychiatrist. They use it to threaten to have me admitted to a hospital as a psychiatric patient, because I am the bad one. They are perfect and I am bad. I am the evil b**ch daughter. My father was mad at my mother (she was mad at my brother for not cleaning) so he came into my room and then threw my things, including my backpack, over the balcony. When this happens I scream and cry, as I have for years, as I have learned to scream and yell from my parents. Not the crying though. They don't cry, they just scream. I hate myself. I'm miserable and don't see a happy life for me, ever. I am constantly told how fat I am, and how no one will want to date me. The sad part is they're right about that. No one will ever want to date me because I am hideous looking and I will forever be alone in his world. Life sucks.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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