My childhood was beyond fucked up, my dad beat me and my mom was insane...literally. She drowned my pet hamster in the sink and told me that getting my period made me an instant whore. The mental abuse was just so bad and then my mother began allowing her brother to molest me. I snapped, I couldn't handle anything else and I basically went insane myself. I turned wild, using drugs to mask the pain and had numerous suicide attempts. I hung out with a bad crowd and eventually just ran away.
Fast forward to now and for some fucked up reason I still keep my family in my life. Everyone blames me for how my childhood was. I was "bad" and deserved everything that happened to me they say. My father won't put me in his will because he says that the way I acted as a teen influenced his decision. They put me down both for getting married, they put me down each time I got pregnant, and now they're putting me down for getting a new truck. My mother's exact words were: "I hope it's in your name only, don't go ruining this truck like you did your car." I have NO idea what she's talking about. My car is old and the only thing wrong with it is a dirty interior. My dh works with a lot of dirt and oil, the inside of the car is pretty trashed, I'm not going to lie on that. But anyway, it just bothers me that they NEVER have anything nice to say and will forever view me as this terrible person. I DID NOTHING WRONG!! A child isn't "bad," not like what they're saying. No one deserves what they did to me, I don't understand why they think that I'm responsible for the abuse they gave me. What's even more fucked up is that sometimes I wonder if they're right and it causes arguments between my dh and I. He wants me to stand up to them and I know that they're fucked up in the head, it won't ever do any good.
You all are brutally honest, do you think my family has a point?