Hurt and feeling alone
Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 11:57 pm
I am a bit relieved to have found this site. I have been hurt and alone for a very long time. I have spent most of my life wishing I could just disappear starting with my childhood to the present day. I am always seeking happiness, but I never find it. I always try to please people and try to make everything perfect for them, but in return people treat me with disrespect. I am a person that puts others first and myself last and am always disappointed when I need something. I came from a very dysfunctional family, my father had been married before and had two children ( my father received custody of his son Bob) and his wife received custody of the daughter Sue, and my mother had previously been married,(she was pregnant at age 16) she had 2 children (Paul and Marie )with her first husband, she never got custody of her children age two and three, because she left them in a closet with baby bottles and ran off with another man. She got pregnant by this other guy and went back to her first husband saying that it was his kid...no way. At that point she tried to commit suicide, she slit both wrist, obviously she did not die, she was put in a hospital. My grandmother took care of the children. Her first husband got custody of the first two children because she abandoned her children but she got the third child ( we will call him Tom ) by the courts but had to raise the child with supervision from my grandmother.no one really knows who the father was. By the time Tom was three , my mother met my father and married him, the courts allowed her to keep Tom as long as my father adopted him, then about 10 months of marriage my parents had me. So now our family had one son from my fathers first marriage, my mothers Son Tom and myself. Six years later my parents had another son together (Mark). Growing up my mothers first children would come to visit with supervision. Until my baby brother came along I was the baby as my step siblings were nearly 10 years older than me, excluding Tom, he was four years older than me and mark was six years younger than me. Anyways, discipline was always a sore spot with me as my parents would never correct each other children, but I was their common child so I got the brunt of all the abuse. Growing up my father and mother were very abusive to me physically and mentally. My father always called me names like idiot, stupid and pain in the ass. My mother was what I would call a syllable slapper, she would beat me and with every blow to me would say a word. I ran away a lot. I did not know all the back ground of my parents until I was older, I always knew something was not right with our family but I just could not put my finger on it. I always felt like I was adopted or something as I did not fit in the family. I could always hear my parents fighting and my name would come up and my mother would blame it on my father for getting her pregnant with me. It's like she hated me from day one. I think the most disappointing day of my life was when I found out that my parents were really my parents, I had always prayed that I was really adopted and I would someday find my real parents and they would just love and adore me. I cried for weeks.
I was always a good girl, but my mother always thought I was doing something bad, probably because of her own past. I was terrified to do anything wrong as a beating would surely follow. My father was a perfectionist and expected a child to be born with the knowledge of a 30 year old. I could never do anything right to please them. I was always involved in school programs, just so I would not have to go home after school. They never came to any performances at school. I was always embarrassed in front of my classmates , I was the only one that had no one there to support me. By the time I was a freshman in High school, I started drinking hoping I could forget my parents and my life, the only one that felt bad about that was myself as it just made me sick. I switched high schools in my Junior year as I wanted to get away from people I grew up with, I wanted a new start, plus this other High School offered Hair dressing along with High School, it was great. I was excelling at this school all straight A's, I was so proud of myself, but of coarse not perfect enough for my parents and the beatings still continued. I tried to kill myself. I was not very good at it and became very depressed. During my senior year, I just could not take the abuse anymore and ran away...1600 miles to be exact. I moved to Florida, I had an Aunt there and she took me in. I went to school and also had a job there My Aunt supported me a hundred percent. She treated me like a human being, I really liked that. Toward the last semester of High School my Cosmetology teacher called and begged me to return back to school as she had a scholarship waiting for me at graduation. I was so excited, but sad at the same time as I had to ask my father if I could return home to finish school there , surprisingly he said yes. When I returned home my Dad was so nice to me, I am not sure what happen over the four months I was gone, but he was different, my mother was not, she was just as evil as ever toward me. One day she picked me up from school and she just kept yelling and screaming at me, she told me she hated me and that I ruin everything. I have no idea what she was talking about, she started speeding, she was going so fast I thought for sure she was going to flip the car over the mountain curve and kill us both...she is crazy. That was one of many times she did that to me. One time she was speeding, than slammed on the brakes and pushed me out of the car in the middle of no where. I was terrified, but relieved I was no longer in the car with her. I never told anyone as I was too embarrassed and back in the 60's and 70's I didn't believe anyone would believe a kid. My Aunt somewhat knew, she would always tell me my mother was jealous of me as she always liked to be the center of attraction. My step brother Tom, her child, was called the Golden Boy, he could do no wrong and what ever he wanted, he got. Christmas and Birthdays were always a disappointment for me. Well, I guess I have vented enough for one night. My childhood was not very happy. I am glad I could get some of this stress off my mind. Who ever is out There, thanks for listening.
I was always a good girl, but my mother always thought I was doing something bad, probably because of her own past. I was terrified to do anything wrong as a beating would surely follow. My father was a perfectionist and expected a child to be born with the knowledge of a 30 year old. I could never do anything right to please them. I was always involved in school programs, just so I would not have to go home after school. They never came to any performances at school. I was always embarrassed in front of my classmates , I was the only one that had no one there to support me. By the time I was a freshman in High school, I started drinking hoping I could forget my parents and my life, the only one that felt bad about that was myself as it just made me sick. I switched high schools in my Junior year as I wanted to get away from people I grew up with, I wanted a new start, plus this other High School offered Hair dressing along with High School, it was great. I was excelling at this school all straight A's, I was so proud of myself, but of coarse not perfect enough for my parents and the beatings still continued. I tried to kill myself. I was not very good at it and became very depressed. During my senior year, I just could not take the abuse anymore and ran away...1600 miles to be exact. I moved to Florida, I had an Aunt there and she took me in. I went to school and also had a job there My Aunt supported me a hundred percent. She treated me like a human being, I really liked that. Toward the last semester of High School my Cosmetology teacher called and begged me to return back to school as she had a scholarship waiting for me at graduation. I was so excited, but sad at the same time as I had to ask my father if I could return home to finish school there , surprisingly he said yes. When I returned home my Dad was so nice to me, I am not sure what happen over the four months I was gone, but he was different, my mother was not, she was just as evil as ever toward me. One day she picked me up from school and she just kept yelling and screaming at me, she told me she hated me and that I ruin everything. I have no idea what she was talking about, she started speeding, she was going so fast I thought for sure she was going to flip the car over the mountain curve and kill us both...she is crazy. That was one of many times she did that to me. One time she was speeding, than slammed on the brakes and pushed me out of the car in the middle of no where. I was terrified, but relieved I was no longer in the car with her. I never told anyone as I was too embarrassed and back in the 60's and 70's I didn't believe anyone would believe a kid. My Aunt somewhat knew, she would always tell me my mother was jealous of me as she always liked to be the center of attraction. My step brother Tom, her child, was called the Golden Boy, he could do no wrong and what ever he wanted, he got. Christmas and Birthdays were always a disappointment for me. Well, I guess I have vented enough for one night. My childhood was not very happy. I am glad I could get some of this stress off my mind. Who ever is out There, thanks for listening.