Child Abuse Story From Leslie T
by Leslie T
(USA)
A southern child lost in a world of anger:
As far back as I can remember I always seem to have to fight to just belong in a half hearted family. My mother was the third child of six girls the moment she told my granny that she was pregent the beatings started.Once she beat her with a broom trying to make her miscarry me. I was borned with one side of my nose swollen no one can tell me what from but I have an idea it was that beating. Once I was born I was no longer a mishap I was granny's baby or should I say the string she held around my mothers neck. Needless to say after being passed around and being hated I was told at eleven that killing myself wasn't the answer only to find out that person had about twenty thousand dollars of paid up life insurance on me. Then one day I was playing down at the farm house and my uncle grabbed a hold of me it was attention indeed but it was murder of a little girl already lost but still wanting to be some one special or atleast free. After reporting it to the adults I was called a liar my mother disowned me just to much trouble for granny to keep. So I was rushed and pushed off on a father who only intentions with me was to see if I was the what my mom used to be. By that time my mom had married a man who didn't like me or any other kid plus my granny hated him as much. But if I promised to behave I could come back and stay with all the ugly names he had holding on display to call me. He hated me and my siblings he would hit us, call us names, makes us go to bed and go to sleep only to crawl in to scare the hell out of us just to see the fear, tried wreacking us cause we ate hes food he bought him before we spent eight hours at the beach in mid July. We only ate once and only allowed a six pack of pepsi and there was four of us. His beer was always first along with his pot. I had enough at age 14 I started fighting back I hit him so hard the law was going to take me in. But my mother could stay there just not me. I reported his drugs in the house no one would help us. Because his sister was a big shot in the county. At age 16 I got out finally I married and had two kids of my own. Made alot of mistakes along the way I honestly can say I had to many cuts that would seem to seal. Now the man is living with my aunt what a jerry springer indeed. One of my siblings has forgiven him. The other has really never knew love except from me. Now like I once was she looks at drugs like a smoother melody. After all she was beaten into learning her ABC'S. Cutest little angel I've ever seen.For some reason he is good enough to be in our family now but where does that leave me? Still fighting trying to just belong in a world that truly hated me.
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