Hate letters to the one I love

abuse

in one of my chapters i talked about how i was always scared. im going to tell you why.  i wasnt born yet but my sisters would always tell me that my dad would abuse my mom. i dont see it but it would happen. they are still together so my mom takes my dads verbal and mental abuse almost everyday. my oldest sister dated a guy who would hurt her like no man should ever. she became pregnant with his child. my second oldest married a man that would kick her out of the house with nothing on her  and hurt her. then there is me. i dont have anyone in my life. i have not met a man that would physically hurt me. i am young. and through my years i have seen so much. they always say that we are too young to know so much. but i have seen things and experienced so much that i kinda just ignore it all. i always wonder why i am so sad most of the time. could it be because of my childhood?

my oldest sister met a new man that also has a child and they got married and had a little girl. she is the happiest ive ever seen her. he does not hurt her. he does not even call her names. my second oldest sister just left the disgusting man recently and surprisingly found someone who is much much much better. he has a daughter and is a couple of years older than her but i dont really think that it matters. her new man opened her eyes and she saw that her past husband is bad for her. 

moral of the story is: dont settle for less. never excuse a man for his behavior because he is a man or because he is drunk. i dont want to sound like a feminist because i am not. but a man should never hurt you or put you down. it is never okay. it doesnt matter that you have hurt him first because your punches or slaps are nothing compared to his. but keep in mind that not all men are the same. have hope and your happily ever after will come to you.