Child Abuse Story From Connie1

by Connie
(Georgia, USA)

My father used to abuse my mother and I almost every day. I remember he would kill the wild cats around the house, even shot a dog because she got in his way and he hit her breaking her leg. Then lied about it.

As for the abuse I suffered, it was a beating with the hands and word or whatever was in is reach. He would put guns to my mother's head, threatening to kill her if she didn't do what he wanted. I remember being thrown down the stairs into the kitchen table and onto the floor. But I can't remember much else, and this is my worry.

I can't remember much of my childhood. I wonder if I am blocking it out. I don't know why I can remember those beatings, but not my friends. I don't know what has happened. My father has remarried and is now a new man. He has found God. I'm not going to even touch that.

I am now 25, and having major problems with men in my life. I can't trust them, and I find myself being very promiscuous even if I'm in a relationship.

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