My mother
She used a butcher knife twice.
She told me she wished I had been still born. Sorry mom!
She Loved Cheating
She created bloody scenes.
Pure evil. And all of you proudly followed in her footsteps.
PTSD
Didn't know I had it.
She was my greatest enemy. I fought her every single time.
And They Hated Me For It
They said I caused trouble fighting back against her.
They hated me for standing up and protecting them from her. Said they never asked for my help. Didn't want my help. Finally told me I was the monster.
They Were Right
I was a monster just like her.
She created me with her physical, mental and emotional violence. She created bloody scenes of terrible abuse and laughed. I could not, can not, get those bloody scenes out of my head.
The Screams Never Go Away
I don't know what was worse seeing the violence, watching blood splatter across skin, blood streaming down mixing with tears. Or hearing the screams from my baby brother as he is beaten in front of me.
Finally something snapped one day for me and I went black. My brother disassociated from his body a lot of the time.
I Was Never The Same
She cursed me in front of my face.
She said she hated me and wanted me dead. I hated her and wanted her dead. We had finally met on common ground.
How Ugly We Are Inside
And outside
Hello mom
