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Journal Entry 1, Mood
Tuesday, November 10, 2009 | A Rambling story

I have just become a member and really don't know where to start.  I'm not going to start at the begining that is just to painful.  So I will start with how I am feeling today.  I really though I was the only one who had a mother like mine.  I just find it so hard to believe that mother's can actually hate their daughters.  Or at least mine does.  She has actually said it, more that once!!!I have spent my entire life trying to figure out why she hate me.  Is it the simple fact that I was born, or is there something else.  I have this feeling that everyone in my family knows the secret and no one will tell.  I should say that this abuse was only toward me not my brother, who is the light of her life.  When I was young I had my father to protect my from her.  He has now passed away.  Leaving me to deal with her and my brother.  You would not believe some of the crap she has done.  And everytime she need help I'm the one she calls,  and stupid me goes and helps her around her house.  She never calls my brother, because she know it would be useless.  No today I've found out that she is rewriting her will, leaving everything that belonged to my father (that was supposed to be divided equal between us) to my brother. If I could I would move as far away from her as I could.  But my husband's family (they are great) and my childrens friends are her.  Not to mention that I work with her. 

 

Her abuse was both phycial and emotional.  There were days I would come home from school and there would be not furniture in my room.  Complete bare, except for a pillow and blanket.  My clothers would be in plastic bags in the garage attic.  Or I would miss school because I didn't want to wear something that the other kids would laugh at and she would beat the s__t out of me.  She was a hair puller.  She knew just how to do it so there would be no marks.

 

Her favorite thing was to embarrase me in front of my friends.  She would do nice thing or buy nice thing only to take them away.  She wanted people to think she was a great mother.  Like one time she bought me new sheets and blankets for my bed.  The were so pretty I was so happy.  I could not wait to sleep on them. But what did she do.  Made me pack them all up and returned them to the store.  Or how about this.  She wanted me to be a cheerleader, so I tried out and made it.  Then when it was her turn to drive us to the games, she would take me home and take the other girls to the game.  Try explaining that to a bunch of 14 year old girls.

 

I had to wash my own clothes at the laundry mat not at home.  Or I would be charged.

 

The only time she did something nice was when my father made her.  He would buy me things to make up for the was she was to me.  But he was good to both of us, my brother and me.  Also equal and ways told us he love us.

 

My husband tells me to just stay away from her.  I keep telling him that I am a good person I not going to be like her.  Someday she will need me and she will see that I am not bad.  Who am I kidding.  Now I taking crazy.

 

She now has a new boyfriend.  I would just love to warn him and tell him to run as fast as he can and never look back. 

 

I should had that I've make mistake and take full responsiblity for my actions, but I never deserved treament like this. 

 

Ok that's it for day.  Feel free to contact me and give me any advise.

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