My Story

Part title

Now, now don't go running away, don't get scared this isn't even the worse part yet my friend. So yes like I said basically this man was crazy, did he beat my mother? Oh for sure, did he beat his son? Most definitely, but did he hit one of my siblings or myself? Oh he indeed did. My siblings though? No never, but he in-fact did kick my ass a few times. Why would he just hit me though, and not my siblings? Well that's because when he was on-top of my mother, either choking the life outta her, or beating her face in, I was the brave one to run right into that shit and try to protect my mother.

I love my mother, I would protect that women in a heartbeat and that is exactly what I did. Now it's time to say a fear of mine, and that will be the dark, I know, I know I sound like a pussy. I'm scared of the dark because of the trauma this man has brought into my life. But also because, when it was dark at night and everyone was asleep, this is when that man would get extremely wasted, and would beat my mother. I remember one time we all had just gotten done watching a movie, and we all went to our bedrooms, but my mother and her boyfriend stayed in the living room. We all were getting ready to go to bed and I could hear them yelling and cussing. I remember hearing glass break, instantly I'm running down the hallway to the living room.

This is when I see that this sad excuse of a man, has my mother lifted off the ground by her throat, next thing I know he's slamming her into the glass table we had in the living room, all I could do is scream, I cried, screamed, freaked the fuck out, so did my siblings and his son. Now his son, I still feel bad for that now grown man to this very day, he also got his ass kicked all the time. None of us deserved to go through any of that, and that's when the trauma started, and also the insecurities.

WOAHHH, that was rough, y'all okay? It just gets worse from here, so if this is already too much I was suggest stop reading here.