kari
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
The day he beat me into unconsciousness was the day I learned to lie to my mom.
I still have the two huge dictionaries that my mother beat me with as a child.
I tried to tell the policeman on the phone that I could hear my neighbour's daughter screaming as her mother beat her, but all he did was tell me to work on my Japanese and hang up.
He sent her a dozen roses on Valentine's Day after five years of silence as if it would erase all the bruises he made on her now fourteen-year-old daughter.
I haven't seen my abusive brother since I was 10 and he just found me on myspace.
I was 14 when I grasped my fathers lifeless hand and realized I didn't hate him after all.
I was 3 and then I was 10 and now I'm 19 and more lost than I ever imagined I could be.
I didn't want to let him go so badly that I told him this could be 'just a sex thing', something I regretted in the morning when I woke up alone with a pounding head and a black eye.
I realize now that his being a passionate person is no excuse for him trying to choke me to death when he found out i was pregnant.
I look at the food longingly as my stomach grumbles, knowing that he's controlled me for so long that the only thing I have control over in my life is the food I put into my mouth.
I finally realized I had to leave when he admitted he threw our four year old across the room after he had finished the fifth of whiskey.
I had an affair with my junior high school teacher and after that I was celibate for almost 30 years.
She too had been sexually assaulted by a five year older brother at the age of nine, and suddenly, I had found a sister in life.
How fitting it was that my best friend's abusive husband died a painful death from melanoma of the rectum.
Today I am safe and surviving but I was born to a hateful, abusive family and the end result left me fractured as a multiple.
I knew as I walked out, you'd make sure your brother and sister were safe, but I never expected you to survive your childhood.