Jul 16, 2008 04:27PM
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I don't know what or why I ended up writing about what happened when I was a child. I guess that child needs to let it out finally. Sadly, there was more that went on in the house I grew up in. My Mom would get made at me because like most kids I did something I knew I should not have done, her solution to things like that was to beat me with what ever was handy, belts, willow tree brances, flip flops, potato masher, paddles, etc. Then there was my Step-Dad who was going to through me out of the moving car because I asked a question, I don't remember what I asked. One day I dropped his bottle of burbon on the kitchen floor...........needless to say as I was cleaning it up I was beaten with his belt, I welts for days. There was no one to talk to, I beleive my I was too scared to tell anyone. I was a good girl, but that did not matter. So when I am told to be gentle to myself, I really don't know how. The day we got married my mother demanded I give her my wedding dress and I did I was 18, but I paid for it myself. Nearly a year later I went over to the house and I saw my wedding dress being eaten by rats! I did not step foot inside that house again until my step-dad died and I was there to support my sisters. Most of this my own kids don't know. I have never told my sisters what their dad did to me or our Mom. Both Mom & my step dad passed away in 1990 4 months from each other they were gone with all their lies, secrets.
I have kept all that away for many years, and I really don't know why I wrote it down today. But for those who read this I really am not looking for smypathy. I just have hit the point that I don't really care what happen to me anymore.
I have had enough of life has offered me. My family & my middle Sister, Bobbie is what keeps me here.
That is all of it. I just want this to end. I really just want God to give me a sign as to why I should be here.
My Medical issues have won, I am too tired to care anymore.
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