Child Abuse Story From Laura
by Laura
(Miami, Florida, USA)
I don't exactly remember when the abuse started but I do remember a mix of bad and good memories together. I was around 6 or 8 when I noticed my father abusing my family and I. I haven't told anyone about what I remember but I believe my sisters know or at least have their own nightmares to deal with. My sisters are 8 years older than me so they remember much more about what our father did to use than I do, and yet they have never spoken about it.
My father was a very violent man who was often drunk. My mother would come home after working the night shift at her job and would immediately get us ready for school and clean the house while my father slept. He gambled and constantly cheated on my mom. Once I wanted to watch Snow White on the VCR and put in the tape but instead of the movie my dad video taped over it with a sex tape of him and my mom's friend. I know it hurt my mother deeply but she did nothing but protect us and live on.
Everyone around my mother thought my father was nice and funny, but he wasn't. He was cruel and manipulative. I remember him beating me and my mother with our hairbrush because we left the t.v. on. I was huddled in the corner crying while my mom guarded me with her body. Taking the beating for me. My father would line my sisters and I after dinner and beat us with his belt every night. My mother couldn't do anything but cry because she was too weak from her beatings earlier in the day. I will never forget the beatings and especially the objects he used like belts, paint sticks, and pipes.
Once I was eating cookies in the kitchen before getting my bath from my mother and left the mess downstairs. My father came home and yanked me out of the tub and pushed me on the bed to whip me. My mother tried to protect me but she was too weak. I still have the bruises on my back but thankfully the scars went away. The memory that haunts me and will never go away is what he did to my mother. He came home drunk and pulled my mother away from me kicking and screaming. He fought her down and tore her necklace of her as he forced himself on her. I stood in the door way and watched as my father raped my mother. I could do nothing as my mom cried and laid there motionlessly. A few days after he brought home a co-worker and made me watch him sleep with her.
I don't know if my sisters remember the abuse like I do, but at night I hear them screaming from nightmares. My mother finally divorced him, but thanks to custody battles, we had to see him every weekend until he moved away. I don't understand how my sisters could laugh and joke with him after what he did to us. I wonder if they purposely forgot the abuse because it was too traumatic. I can't forgive him even though he acts and sounds remorseful. At night I can barely sleep, and I think how much my mother remembers and what she had to go through. My close friends suspect that I have been abused due to the scars on my body from the whips, but I haven't told anyone. I believe my family wants to forget everything that has happened, but I haven't. I can't, no matter how much I try. The nightmares won't let me.
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