Child Abuse Story From Macee
by Macee
(Texas, USA)
My parents weren't really in love when they married. My dad had gotten my mom pregnant with my older brother, so they decided they needed to be a family. My dad did many drugs, illegal and legal. He was/is a huge alcoholic. When my brother was only an infant, he would push him down and scream at him. I know this because people in my family have told me. About a year later I was born, and my dad was still an alcoholic.
My dad's a big guy. My mom didn't want to stand up to him, obviously. He would hit her if she tried to defend anything. When they would get in fights, he'd push her into a wall or punch her or do something else violent. My dad would cuss me out and scream in me and my brother's faces constantly.
My mom and my dad both would make these paddles out of wood, and they would make my brother and I bend over and whichever one would beat our butts, lower back and thighs until they pretty much bled, even if we seemed to cry a little too much. I remember getting screamed at and slapped and spanked continuously, and put in the corner for crying.
My dad would leave for many days at a time, and then come home drunk. My parents got a divorce. My dad threw my mom and punched my brother and shoved me one day. The neighbors called the police, so my brother and I belonged to the CPS for awhile. I told them we would stay with certain friends. My brother did, I just kinda wandered around for a few weeks.
My dad fought the case pretty good I guess, because we're living with him now. Every day though, he is sure to tell me how much I f**k up and how I mess everything up and he screams and yells and cusses at me. Every day.
To this day, I get depressed constantly it seems, and I have flashbacks from when I was a kid. I wish I was in a different family.
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