Child Abuse Story From Cheryl
by Cheryl
(Location Undisclosed)
I was 90 pounds at three, left with a disturbed older brother who hit me in the head...
My parents were see no evil hear no evil. My brother was brutal to me and being 10 years older, much stronger. My gift was my high IQ. My parents made me feel so sorry for them- wow was them that survived the depression.
My mother was intrusive sexually and emotionally all my life, even today as I am a physician in my 40's. I have had two marriages and raised a child on my own. My husbands were neglectful or put me down in ways. I was brought up to be nice to men, and it did not matter if a man was nice to me.
The scars are there. I am proud how I raised my child and gave him love, support and anything he needed. My life had so much potential and yet I always felt responsible for making my parents happy. They had each other. Who takes care of me - myself. I pray that I will meet a partner who will value me, treat me with respect, appreciate me and let me live.
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