My father hated me growing up. He beat me more than my sister. I would get slapped over and over in my face, unable to protect myself. My stupid sister is a daddy's girl. He can do no wrong and she forgives him full, though he has never asked to be forgiven. I wan't to thow up the way mother is, too. She was so mean. Kids got on their nerves and so do my kids, her grandkids. Mother won't talk about what went on. I'm a bitch if I say, "Daddy use to have a drinking problem." She says (even though they have never gone to church, that he's a christian now. I'm sorry, I can't forget. I'm an adult now and they still try to rule my life with bad advice. They both are control freaks.
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