Why do you hate me so much?
I don't really know where to start. My mom and I had a decent relationship when I was super young but it seems like once I turned 8 my whole life rapidly spin downhill. My dad left the state with my younger brother, my mom's husband went nuts and started hunting us down and we would have to hide amd sneak into our own house. I guess that was when the beatings realky started to happen amd they got bad. I remember one year around christmas time I got in trouble and I dont even remember what for but she was so angry. She told us to go find a belt, and ofc me and my old brother would hide the belts. So after giving up looking for a belt she took one of the extension cords for the christmas lights and whooped us with those. I had welts and bruises on the back of my legs for over a week. It got worst as I got older. Im not gonna say I was the best kid ever because I had a bad habit of lying to her in hopes that the punishment wouldnt be as bad. (She would always say that I wouldnt get in that much trouble if I told the truth, but that itself was a lie.) Other than lying and not doing homework, I tried hard to not get on her bad side because I knew how it would end for me. I couldnt tell people much because she would always lie and tell them I was a very bad kid and that I never listened, etc. Nobody ever believed me. I'm your only daughter, what did I do to make you hate me so much?
@SpecialKkayyz I am sorry to hear what your family has put you thru. I used to wonder why my family hated me and did the horrible things that they would do to me when I was young. Now that I am older I have come to realize that our family members can be very disturbed people and can act out their mental problems on others.
@SpecialKkayyz
It is extremely disgusting and lame and no words when adults take and discharge tgeir life frustrations on children...you stupid, children grow up and they may exact revenge ten fold if they are stupid....imbecile adults who mistreat children...
I had such treatment in school and the teachers liked to hit us with wooden rulers or wicker canes...so children were terrified...every time it was my turn they told me: don't retract your arm and don't lower it, so I never did, looked them right in the eye and never muttered a sound of pain as they whipped my palm to blisters and blood...
First in my my mind I thought I will grow up and murder you all...I did not have to do that, life punished each one of them...I just had to watch in delight...
At any one momemt of those beatings I could have yanked the wooden rule or the cane from theur hand and slap it on their faces and spit in their faces but I never retaliated, never defended myself because I learned to be a victim and take it with extreme gatred for humanity...I was the only one holding my hand till it blistered and bled...I was once like that...
That. Is. CRAZY. I have no words honestly. I don't know how you could deal with all that the way you did. I wouldn't even know where to start to leave the context I live in alone, with no certainty over anything, no matter how toxic it is. And you did it twice. All that you went through would drive anyone crazy I believe. But you seem to be holding it together, as hard as it is, I don't know how.
Your father clearly has a taste for severely mentally ill women. And then he looses his personality and power of choice to adapt to his mate's illness. This sounds so familiar to me. An idiot staring blankly into nothingness with his hands behind his back, leaning against the radiator, unable to defend his children that are frozen in shock while his wife is yelling, crying and screaming at them for no reason, and then, after what seems a lifetime, he finally comes back to life... and he takes her side. Damn idiot. She's crazy and you are what? Brainless?
You've been through so much, you only deserve the best. Much love and support ❤️
