My life

How my life started...

So if you don't know my mother has depression. So anyway, when I was three I saw my parents fight for the first time. It wasn't a big thing but it started a whole knew chapter.

So fast forward to year 4. So I had no idea what was going on but all of a sudden my mother went to psychiatric ward. So that was for 4 weeks. We didn't spend Christmas together. So the reason she was in there was because she couldn't control her depression. Like she was verbally and physically abusive.

So almost every week I would end up in emergency one way or anther. In my whole life I've been through 3-4 psychologist.

So year 5. I don't remember much from this year but she wasn't there for Christmas either. I only remember getting hit a lot and a lot of broken plates.

Year 6, most traumatic of all. The year I kept a journal for evidence. So my parents had fights everyday over nothing. I got hit by belts, plates have been thrown, verbally abused, also physically, I got smacked by her a lot. My father would always try to stop and it would help. So after that I remember I stopped breathing for a few seconds because I had an asthma attack. The weird thing was I haven't had asthma attacks in years. So anyway I had my puffer. So my mum went in there for the fifth time (she went in there but I haven't explained this times). So she was in there over 10 weeks. So when she came home we gave up on her. After the sixth week I basically disowned her. So in the 10 weeks she cheated on my dad. Then she left us. Then all of a sudden she wants to see us but you know what I had enough of her fucking bullshit. So later on, I don't know why my dad gives in she comes back to live with us. I gave her attitude the whole way through. My dad found out she was still seeing the guy. So one day she said, " Oh I'm going out with my parents." We knew her plan so we tracked her down and she was at his house. So me and my sisters packed all her shit. Then we drove up there. We gave her the car filled with her shit. We took ours. Then my dad called her and said " where are you and she said " oh I am still at my parents." She lied to us again my dad told her to come outside. That is where it gets EVEN MORE FUCKED UP.