I feel like I have had a pretty decent life if you take my father out of the picture. He was abusive, a drunk, and towards the end of his and my mothers marriage he smoked pot.
My mother was married to my father until I was 11 years old. We went though so much that at times I'm like how did we ever get though it. My mother worked 3 jobs just so she could support us all becasue my afater refused to work. On a daily basis my mom would get beat because she didn't get home from work quick enough or just because my father didn't like his dinner. And don't think that my mom didn't try to leave because she did. Before I was born my mother moved from Ohio to Florida and no one knew except my grandmother(my mothers own mother) and my father called her to find out where my mom had gone and she told him exactly where she was. Then when I was a toddler my dad had beat my mom so bad that once he went to the bar my mom grabbed me and my 2 sisters and had a neighbor help her grab some clothes and move us. Well this neighbor claimed to be my moms bestfriend but instead was sleeping with my dad and even though she said she would never tell him where my mom was the nasty woman brought him to where we were.
So as young as 6 I can remember being slapped up side the head or to a worse extent being beat for something that wasn't even mine or my sisters fault (like his dobbie pooping on the floor or even attacking us for no reason cuz this dog was aggressive). When I was 6 we lived in a moblie home and it caught on fire and the front part of the house burned. My father did nothing to help repair it, he told my mom you do it, so my mother and a good neighbor of ours did all the work plus my mom worked in between.
About a year or two later my father found out he had scrocess of the liver. He quite drinking for that time up until he got his liver transplant and then he just started up drinking again like it was nothing. And even though he was sick that didn't change him at all. The one day I was outside crushing cans so they could be taken to the scrape yard so we could have a little extra money for bills and what not and my mom had dropped a chair she was trying to move and my dad flipped out and started yelling at her, well my mom dropped the screwdriver she had in her hand too, so my dad picked it up and threw it at my mom and it stuck in her shin and she had to walk two streets over to have someone help her pull it out. It scared me to death to have to see that.
And even though as a child I didn't endure as much as my mother, or even my two sisters, because for some reason my dad favored me (maybe cuz I was the youngest) I still endured alot and my dad used me alot too. Once my mom decided to leave my dad for good is when he started to use me. One of my friends lived next to our old house and he saw me the one day and told me my ggrandmother wanted to talk to me, so stupid me I went over there and he wouldn't let me leave till my mom came over there. So my mom did and he tried choking her in front of me she told me to run and get help so I did and my moms friend came with a baseball bat. A few weeks later we were told by the landlord of our old place that my father had left so my mom had went over there while my sister and I was waiting for the school bus to get more of our stuff, well were we had to wait for the school bus we could see the house and it had been like a good 20 minutes and we didn't see our mom so we went over there and my father was trying to rape my mom, we screamed so he stopped and my mom ran out one door and we ran out the other so he couldn't catch any of us.
My mother has and always well be a good mother she has done so much for her girls that no one well ever realize.
I talked to my father off and on for about 3 years after my mom and him split because even though I went though all this I just thought now that they weren't together he would love me more, but I found out very quickly that wasn't true because he realized he couldn't use me to hurt my mom any more, because he had wanted me to move up to Ohio with him and his mom and I wouldn't.
I look back on my childhood with him and this is my "What Not To Do" Book that I follow with my kids.
My mother was married to my father until I was 11 years old. We went though so much that at times I'm like how did we ever get though it. My mother worked 3 jobs just so she could support us all becasue my afater refused to work. On a daily basis my mom would get beat because she didn't get home from work quick enough or just because my father didn't like his dinner. And don't think that my mom didn't try to leave because she did. Before I was born my mother moved from Ohio to Florida and no one knew except my grandmother(my mothers own mother) and my father called her to find out where my mom had gone and she told him exactly where she was. Then when I was a toddler my dad had beat my mom so bad that once he went to the bar my mom grabbed me and my 2 sisters and had a neighbor help her grab some clothes and move us. Well this neighbor claimed to be my moms bestfriend but instead was sleeping with my dad and even though she said she would never tell him where my mom was the nasty woman brought him to where we were.
So as young as 6 I can remember being slapped up side the head or to a worse extent being beat for something that wasn't even mine or my sisters fault (like his dobbie pooping on the floor or even attacking us for no reason cuz this dog was aggressive). When I was 6 we lived in a moblie home and it caught on fire and the front part of the house burned. My father did nothing to help repair it, he told my mom you do it, so my mother and a good neighbor of ours did all the work plus my mom worked in between.
About a year or two later my father found out he had scrocess of the liver. He quite drinking for that time up until he got his liver transplant and then he just started up drinking again like it was nothing. And even though he was sick that didn't change him at all. The one day I was outside crushing cans so they could be taken to the scrape yard so we could have a little extra money for bills and what not and my mom had dropped a chair she was trying to move and my dad flipped out and started yelling at her, well my mom dropped the screwdriver she had in her hand too, so my dad picked it up and threw it at my mom and it stuck in her shin and she had to walk two streets over to have someone help her pull it out. It scared me to death to have to see that.
And even though as a child I didn't endure as much as my mother, or even my two sisters, because for some reason my dad favored me (maybe cuz I was the youngest) I still endured alot and my dad used me alot too. Once my mom decided to leave my dad for good is when he started to use me. One of my friends lived next to our old house and he saw me the one day and told me my ggrandmother wanted to talk to me, so stupid me I went over there and he wouldn't let me leave till my mom came over there. So my mom did and he tried choking her in front of me she told me to run and get help so I did and my moms friend came with a baseball bat. A few weeks later we were told by the landlord of our old place that my father had left so my mom had went over there while my sister and I was waiting for the school bus to get more of our stuff, well were we had to wait for the school bus we could see the house and it had been like a good 20 minutes and we didn't see our mom so we went over there and my father was trying to rape my mom, we screamed so he stopped and my mom ran out one door and we ran out the other so he couldn't catch any of us.
My mother has and always well be a good mother she has done so much for her girls that no one well ever realize.
I talked to my father off and on for about 3 years after my mom and him split because even though I went though all this I just thought now that they weren't together he would love me more, but I found out very quickly that wasn't true because he realized he couldn't use me to hurt my mom any more, because he had wanted me to move up to Ohio with him and his mom and I wouldn't.
I look back on my childhood with him and this is my "What Not To Do" Book that I follow with my kids.
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on Feb. 13, 2007 at 10:06 AM
im so sorry bout what you went through makes my childhood seem perfect. i see i have no reason to vent like i did about my family when yours was so much worse. well i created this group so people can vent and get help or whatever they needed. im glad you are stronger for it.
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