You Didn't Even Try

The Start

The start of my life wasn't good, granted my mother abused me.
But she didn't do it a lot only when I didn't do what was right... which was often.
Here is an example: I would be told to do the dishes, no problem easy chore can't fuck that up. I somehow did. Apparently I wasn't allowed to wash the wine and shot glasses. Also I can't use the dishwasher, we never use the dishwasher why do we even have it, if we had it removed and a cupboard I wouldn't need to have the fancy plates in my room.
Well point of the story is I got a slap (well that's what my mom always called it) and the left half of my body was bruised. When I got asked what happened at school I said I feel out of a tree because otherwise my mom said she would hurt me even more.
My dad wasn't home often because he was a truck driver. He was madly in love with that bitch for some reason,
and when I told him what was wrong, he would always brush it off and tell me I was lying. I never understood why my own mother and father would treat me so badly.
Especially him. I was always more attracted to my dad because of how comforting he was.
This was only one insistence... I don't want to feel like this....