I always wondered what it was like growing up happy and with a complete family. I never understood what happened to me was bad until it was almost too late. Maybe i really was as worthless as she said i was.
Thoughts often ran my mind during the screaming and crying. The sound of mg skin being hit, leaving marks and burning my skin with every hit. Then everything would go dark and be ok again. The screaming never left my mind. The memories burned me and left scars in me. I was too young to understand what was happening. I never understood why she would do this if she loved me. I did try to be a good kid. Was i really all the thing she said i was? Was i good enough to be around her? Or was she just doing what was best?
Mother...
