When I was growing up, I was beaten with hands, sticks, belts or whatever they could find. They also did silent treatments which was horrable and just as damaging. I now tell my husband I would not tolerate a silent treatment because that's what they did to me. I would cry until I was hoarse and knew I was treated unfairly yet I was going thru cycles of loving(??) one parent more than the other. My dad died of alcoholism since. Nowaways, living situation had forced me into living with my mom temporarily. We rent a house, husband, myself n i. She takes care of my 2 yr old. The emotional abuse she continues to call me names and trying to humiliate and control me. I was sick with fever and asked for her to pick me up, I could not drive, and to take me home. At home she harassed me telling me to get off my lazy ass and every time I would doze off to sleep, she would burts into a room screaming, calling names. Several months ago she shook me in front of my daughter. I told he if she ever did that again, she would not see her granddaughter anymore and I would call police. We are due to move because landlord is foreclosing. It's a true blessing to get away from the evil bitch.
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