Child Abuse Story From Brittany2
by Brittany
(USA)
I'm 13 years old. I was 12 in this story. But my dad has been like this since I was probably about 8 years old. I have many memories that haunt me and hurt me soooo much. Here's one of my stories.
It all started when my dad left home. My mother couldn't believe it was over. They were trying to get things right again so my dad moved back in. There are different situations, but this one I have flashbacks of a lot and hurts the most.
Me and my father were driving to my sister's choir concert, but first we had to go pick up my grandmother. It was hurting me so bad, my mom went out of town the day before, but my counselor and mother kept telling me I should talk to my dad...let me say I regret saying anything. I just asked him if he loved my mom, and why he left. Maybe those questions were bad but I don't know. He went totally scary. He yelled at me saying I was just like my mother. He was comparing me to my mother so much I just wanted to yell, "I would much rather be like her than you." When I thought he was done yelling I pulled my ipod out of my pocket and started listening to a song that normally makes me feel better. Well, he didn't like this. He yanked the cords out of my ears and threw my ipod with all his strength on the floor. I knew it was broken by the force he threw it with. He yelled, "You don't deserve your ipod.
Things like you don't deserve to have this and things." I was crying the whole time. He yelled to stop being such a crybaby, but it only made me cry more.
Finally, we reached my grandmother's. I never really liked his mom very much, so I wasn't shocked when my dad told her I was being like my mother. She did the same thing...gave me the same look like shame on you for being like your mom. I didn't eat that night because my dad took my grandma and me
to this restaurant he knew that I would hate. What hurts the most is I almost ran away, but to tell the truth I stayed for my mom. He apologized but I could tell that when my mom found out she was only telling him to. What scared me the most was ever since he moved out the first time he's only gotten worse. I don't know what to do. Plus my mom refuses to believe it. Now I wonder if I'm just being a crybaby like he said. He's never cared much about my feelings, and I really doubt he will. He never had a relationship with me. I really hate calling him Dad because he only was a dad to my older sister, never me. He threw me into a kayak once at our cabin and it left bruising all over my upper arm. I don't know what to do. He has moved out once and for all, and the divorce should be final soon. But that's the problem...my mom wants us to have a relationship. He's ok sometimes, but I know he won't try to be my father. He gave up my sister and my mom, but he gave me up a long time ago, before either of them. I know that had I been in the front passenger seat that day with the ipod, instead of the ipod it would have been me and I'm thankful for that.
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