Child Abuse Story From Darrell
by Darrell
I grew up in Columbia Falls, Montana in the sixties for the first thirteen years of my life. My mother was very young when she had her first child and came from a family where you just didnt talk about things. One thing we didnt have in our home was love. We had money, food, excellent clothing and a very nice home. Dad always worked very hard, so hard we only saw him when he was asleep on the couch, in a rage after one of us at the prompting of our mother or he was just plain drunk. Mom wasnt a patient person and beat me often. She would get so angry she would kick me down the 3 step back door landing and then down the 22 step basement stairway onto the cement floor below. This hurt so bad, I would lose conciousness and my head would buzz and I would find myself waking up under the stairs curled up in a ball. My little sister was allowed to lock my brother and I in our bedroom where we would have to stay all those hot summer days wondering why. One night my brother and I who had a room under my parents room in the basement, were restless and made noises. Dad came racing into the bedroom. Told us to strip and dragged us into the garage naked where we spent the cold winter night trying to stay warm. We found one of dads old workshirts in a box. then we found an innertube for a grader tire a huge machine. We curled up together to stay warm and the most insulting and humilating thing happened in the morning. The garbage man opened the garage door to get the garbage and just stood there staring at my brother and I who were naked and cold. He left the garbage, closed the door and left. Then the door between the house and the garage opened and Mom and Dad stood there laughing because they thought it was funny that we found something to keep warm in and were curled up together. These type of occurances went on for years. Funny thing was we had a policeman that lived just two houses down. Today i still have problems with women.  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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