My mom use to beat me really bad as a child. She would use soup ladles spatulas and anything else she could get her hands on. She would tell me that she wishes I was dead and if I died she wouldn't go to my funeral. She would also call the cops on me after she beat me and she would tell me that if I told them what she did she would have me arrested. This caused me to run away and be on the streets for two years. My husband and I found out I was pregnant back on December 23, 2005. We where living with my husbands parents and his dad wanted me to get an abortion. I didn't want to be there and we had no other place to go so we had to move in with my mother. I have now had my son and he is 5 months old. She treats him way better than she treated me. But the thing is I have caught her telling her friends on the internet saying that she wishes my son was hers and she feels like he is already hers. We are waiting for section 8 housing to get back to us but they told us it would be a two year wait. God I feel like I am back to my childhood again. She doesn't hit me now because she knows I will beat the crap out of her if she did. My question is how am I going to live here and try to deal with it? Does anyone have any advice?
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