Child Abuse Story From Wendy R
by Wendy R
(Location Undisclosed)
When hurt turns to hate:
My story goes back to 1959. We were a picture perfect family sitting tallest to youngest in all pictures. Before we went to the grandmothers for Christmas we all got a beating with the belt, a reminder not to speak while we were there.
We were forbidden sweets(my dad after however never was) he would make us go in the car and pick up his hot pizza only to grab it out of our hands to eat it in the living room with mom.
His leather belt hit us fast and furiously , my brothers got his first. Years later when my then 50 year old brother took his own life he was living in an institution and hung himself with his bed sheet!!
I talked with his girlfriend she told me he was tormented by my father and thought he was going to find him and kill him. I also found out him and my other brother(also ended his own life at 35) were so scared of dad they HID upstairs with wood to hit him if he tryed to kill them.
Needless to say after all the sexual abuse ,physical abuse,mental abuse and whatever kind could of happened in that house it did . We had no beds blankets, curtains and worst of all no running water or flushing toilets.
I turned into a survivor and tryed to give my brother R-- a voice my mother lost her mind because I kept this all buried she said she hates me,I told her she never deserved me!!
Now that they are both sick I don't want to see them I just want them to go together.
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