Child Abuse Story From SB
by SB
(Location Undisclosed)
Her Life is Her Reality:
First off I wasn't supposed to be born for my mother had crones disease and pancreas problems. My dad and mother constantly fighting , dad always out drinking. when i was 2 my dad left, and at 4 they divorced. My mom had custody of me and my older sister. We moved allot and her first boyfriend who used to beat me with a rubber hose if i even looked at him the wrong way. He would beat my sister, his two kids and the dog. my mother moved on to another guy, he was nice when you first met him but living with him is completely different. He would constantly beat my mother and hit me and my sister. My mom was on allot of different medicine, she would constantly over dose ( My sister, her baby, and me are the only sober ones in my blood line at the moment)because of my mothers pill addiction she was in the hospital, extremely ill.. Almost dead. for about when i was around 2 as well my mom went into a three month coma. and around 5 my grandma tried stealing me and my sister away from my mother purposely to ruin her life. My grandma is a alcoholic who used to have fits all the time. When i was around 9 i remember my mom chasing me and my sister around with a butcher knife trying to kill us. I remember crying for days thinking i am going to die any day when i was only 8 years old but that wasn't anything new. The policemen became family at this point in my life, coming over almost every other day. My mother's first boyfriend was a police officer which gave me a extreme fear of cops. After years of feeling nothing but pain, bruises and fear when i was 9 my dad got custody of me, before he got us my mom manipulated me and my sister that he didn't want anything to do with us. I was forced to grow up at a young age, because my sister didn't want anything to do with me, id constantly run away thinking that it would solve all my problems, but every-time i would just run back. The first couple of years living with my dad he was never home my stepmom didn't care about me nor my sister. When my dad was home all we would do was fight. Im 15 now, its been a while with my dad , but all good things must come to a end. I plan on moving back with my mom so my sister can move out away from my mom because i refuse to let her baby grow up seeing and experiencing all the abuse and pain i we went through. If it means that Im just spend the rest of my teenage-hood with my mother and leave all my friend just to insure that my sisters child grows up good then so be it because no-one should experience it and my sisters child still has a chance to be in a family, not a house. Home is were you should feel safe and happy. Leaving home is going to be the hardest thing i will ever do, going back to my ill abusive mother who pays rent by drug dealing now, i will have to get a job to support her and help with everything but its going to be worth it. The reason i have to live with her is because if she lives alone she will kill herself and i couldn't live without a mother when i need her the most. Theres more, but this is all i am going to type to prevent anyone in my family being token away. I appreciate my past, Im not glad about it but its what made ma a amazing person i am today and Im proud of me, not my parents but me. Its only My sister, Her baby and myself. There is no family anymore. Im only one person against the whole world, but theres people with worse lives so I live each day as good as i can incase its my last.
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