Child Abuse Story From Robert R
by Robert R
(Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA)
JD of South Philly, and has the last name that is the last name of mine! He now lives in Northeast Philadelphia, near Northeast High school and has another REAL son.
This a man That watched as his wife abused me physically and called me every name in the book. This a man that that watched his wife(my mother)chase me around a dining room table with a very large knife yelling "If I catch you I will kill you" Then this man, when asked by me to please stop this. His response being "What can I do" and this is not even the tip of the iceberg. He sat in a black recliner griping golf clubs that were taped together,to practice his golf grip,as leasurely as if they were complete quiet.
We are Jewish this a man thatstole my Bar Mitzvah money($1300),at age 13!That was a million dollars to me!
This a man that stole $18,000 from my uncle!
This a man that Forged my birth certificate,to get me into a baseball league, also at age 13!
This a man that has said something that is so unconscionable,one would think it could NOT be said...
This man said "We,meaning him and my mother,knew we were not good parents,we had youas practice for the next one(meaning their next child)! I do NOT believe my mother felt that way at all...Just another lie!
Finally a man that actually had such a cold heart,if you haven't realized that already, as to bad mouth my Grandparents. These people who were loved and cared for by not only their family but strangers alike. My grandparents were married for 65 years and never stopped holding hands. But this criminal JD is living in Philadelphia,who my grandparents needed help before they died,this criminal decided he needed to slam these people. Sayings things like They were just a pain in the ass and that if it wasn't for them Hislife would have been better and that they caused HIM Heartache. These people he bad mouthed were almost 90 years old!!! This man is also 100% responsible for my mother's physical abuse. I was there for all of it,I was the victim of all of it. WHO ELSE TO KNOW BEST!
My mother who,I will tell you,I reconciled with, at her death bed,was a physical abuser. But make No mistakeshe did this for even what I would consider good reason,although I NEVER will condone it. She hit me constantly,she called me every name in the book. Put me down whenever possible,called any women that I would talk to "whores" and called all my friends "Drug dealers and called everyone I knew something derogatory. They were very prejudice people so I wasn't allowed to have anyone Black or of color in the house.
Now also make no mistake I knew her and the criminal she was married to. He was manipulative,he was mentally abusive to her and in every way kept her as far down as possible. Keep in mind,This manipulative con artist,had easy prey in my mother. She was nothing more than a very naive,weak minded person and someone that had no social life whatsoever.Talkin about the deer in the headlights! Another quote by JD when I asked him "Why are you still married to my mother" He said [
"It's easier than getting a divorce" My Mother developed diabetes in her sixties. She was placed in the hospital when she developed a walking infection. We were placed in a room. Me,the criminal and the criminals son. We decided that her quality of life was not going to be enough and to let her pass on. She was on a ventilator and had one leg amputated and the other was next. I am sure this man reveled in her passing on. All this person wanted was to be left alone with his golf clubs in that black chair. Like I said,I reconciled with my mother and as bad as it was,I truly,understood the extreme dynamics involved. The family and the deception:
Appox. 11 years ago I received a phone call from Las Vegas. I thought it was my cousin. I was then told the last thing I would have ever thought I could be told. Her Mom, who was extremely close friends with my mother and thus, we called her Aunt had passed away. She went on to tell me(I had not talked to them in years) that her mother had a bedside confession. That JD that criminal who now needed to turn the knife in my back,was NOT MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER!All things came together quickly and what and why he did what he did was clear instantly. I wasn't his son, so why NOT use me as PRACTICE,at least in his pitiful little mind.
The family all knew. They also never told me until my mid forties. Not even when My grandmother and mother died did they tell me. So many that I trusted didn't or wouldn't tell me. They thought I would be too hurt and they also thought I would do harm to the
"Criminal". This was a form of abuse one cannot describe. Some of these people
KNEW of the abuse FIRST HAND. One night I called M---, someone dear to me, early in the morning,
very early...and was hysterical and crying for his help. He did something that even I was surprised at. He hooked me up with a Psychologist in a 3-way conversation and stayed on the phone for a bit until the Doc asked him to go.
HE DAMN WELL KNEW! There cowards,liars and more important did this to a family member that they shouldn't even be thinking of doing. But they thought of nothing. Like How this might affect me? Like How this might affect my Kids? How would it affect my relationship with my kids? How did affect how
I WOULD HAVE HANDLED THE SITUATION,HAD I KNOWN ABOUT MY REAL DAD. And so many more ramifications,I cannot tell you. My real biological father was my Aunt's father. Making my Aunt my stepmother, and my cousin my sister. I knew him briefly. A soft spoken,seemingly great family man and just a nice guy. I would love to have this named changed to what there's is and having this name is a disgrace at best. That is my REAL name is the biological name of my
REAL FATHER just spelled with all the letters silent!
Quickly My brother, or now actually my
Half Brother now whom I called soon after I go the call. He didn't know.
I continue to lead my life though unaffected until when it comes up or I just have to write about it. I found this site and I just needed to tell the story.
One sidelight and last thing I will continue on. My brother asked me to make him a promise. he asked me never to tell the kids. He obviously knows what his father was and did admit that also to me on the phone and in a couple e-mails. I am going to have to compromise that promise,in a sense.
THEY SHOULD KNOW. So I decided to do this story here and go to social sites,put that I have shared my story here and let THEM make their own decisions. I know they will see my comments on these websites. But there old enough to make there decisions on what they think about the absolute truth. Thank you so much for letting me write this. There are so many that have such problems and had to live with them forever. Some jump off bridges, some have to take medications,some just deal with it and some like me have dealt, not let this lead me by the nose, but
NOW has to let this go. I hope it might help others and know this. The tail does NOT have to walk the Dog...You CAN take control....My heart goes out to those who could not bear the burden and to those who bear such a heavy burden that it not only accompanies them everywhere but it stops them completely of peace of mind.
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