Mommy's perfect little boy.

Hello friends.

I don't know where to begin, but what follows is a run down of the hell that was my childhood.

My mother is an abhorrent, disgusting human being. She is vain, vindictive and cruel.

For 16 years I lived with her, life was hard, impossible even. I would be terrified to come home from school because the failed homework I had would mean another beating. I would have to do as much around the house as I could to keep it spotless while she planted herself on the couch and wouldn't move until midnight.

She would abuse my brother and my father too, but controlled us so well that none of us had the faintest idea it was happening. She would play us against each other. Telling me my brother was her favorite and vice versa. My dad would take the brunt of it all. She beat him, spit on him, berated him and his family and would open her legs to anyone that wasn't him.

When we were alone I would be met with constant shouting for me to do this and that for her, even if what she needed was 2 feet out of her reach, I had to drop everything I was doing immediately to care for her.

I've been bitten, punched, kicked, thrown down stairs, hit with spoons, slippers, shower heads and power bars. She would tell me I'd die young and the world would be better for it.

To everyone else I was her perfect little boy. But to my mother I was her "worthless piece of shit." 15 years later and those words still ring in my head.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate your time.