QueenFee
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I want to start by saying that this might be a long read as I haven't decided how much I will share.Forgive my spelling because it isn't the best and thank you for reading.
I grew up in a very abusive home, my father wasn't there in the early years. My mother was a heavy drinker and had a crack head bf who beat her all the time. He never beat my brother and I but he did "touch " me when I was about 2 up until I was six. It was more than touching, it was full fledged sexual abuse. As I grew older I believe I blocked it out, I always went to my special place when things were going wrong which led my family to believe I was "slow". After my mom put him out she continued with the heavy drinking all my life, she was very abusive both verbal and physical , she would binge drink with her friends for days. At age 7 and up I would be locked in the house or kitchen until it was clean. Sometimes when I said or did something she thought was stupid she would knock me out and I would lay there till I came too.
She was always very abusive towards me and loving towards my brother, when her next bf moved in with his three cousins she slept in her room with her man. My brother had his room and I slept amongst three strange men on the living room floor. One night one of them touched me on my bottom. I told her but she didn't care so I slept in the hallway from then on. I would tell my father who was in my life at the time what was going on, he always said I could come live with him but everytime I packed my bags he never showed up...I would cry and cry while my mother laughed and said I told u he didn't want u.
Fast forward...when I was 14 I remember all the details of my sexual abuse and shared them with my mother and she cried, but there was something about the way she cried that was odd. Like something out of a low budget film...at that point I just wanted to forget and I suppressed it off and on until one night at age 22 I felt a pain in my heart that was so great I couldn't take it. I cried for days straight because I knew that I couldn't run from it any longer. All these years of telling my mom it was ok and that I was ok were catching up to me...I called her one night crying like a baby and that is when she told me she knew...I knew that she knew because she would lay me next to her and do it...I would look over and see her face flinch as I wept from the pain.
But to hear here say it at that moment...things changed...I went from sad to mad as hell,I had a total break down. I lost my job, stopped talking to my friends. For a year I stayed in the home I shared with my bf and went through every emotion you can imagine. It even got to the point where I was talking to my self. I would hear voices telling me to kill her and turn myself in, just all the anger from the ill treatment from and trying like hell to wrap my mind around how u could listen to ur own blood being raped. It took God himself to lift me out of that situation, I was doing well until one day some chest pains over took me. I couldn't breath and I felt like my heart would explode. Long story short I have a heart defect because my mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. Something else she knew that she didn't tell me.
After all this I dnt talk to her the way I should...I could go years and not talk to her and I wouldn't feel anyway. I'm still pissed off about it all...I just want to forgive but how on earth do I do that when things keep coming out the woods?
I grew up in a very abusive home, my father wasn't there in the early years. My mother was a heavy drinker and had a crack head bf who beat her all the time. He never beat my brother and I but he did "touch " me when I was about 2 up until I was six. It was more than touching, it was full fledged sexual abuse. As I grew older I believe I blocked it out, I always went to my special place when things were going wrong which led my family to believe I was "slow". After my mom put him out she continued with the heavy drinking all my life, she was very abusive both verbal and physical , she would binge drink with her friends for days. At age 7 and up I would be locked in the house or kitchen until it was clean. Sometimes when I said or did something she thought was stupid she would knock me out and I would lay there till I came too.
She was always very abusive towards me and loving towards my brother, when her next bf moved in with his three cousins she slept in her room with her man. My brother had his room and I slept amongst three strange men on the living room floor. One night one of them touched me on my bottom. I told her but she didn't care so I slept in the hallway from then on. I would tell my father who was in my life at the time what was going on, he always said I could come live with him but everytime I packed my bags he never showed up...I would cry and cry while my mother laughed and said I told u he didn't want u.
Fast forward...when I was 14 I remember all the details of my sexual abuse and shared them with my mother and she cried, but there was something about the way she cried that was odd. Like something out of a low budget film...at that point I just wanted to forget and I suppressed it off and on until one night at age 22 I felt a pain in my heart that was so great I couldn't take it. I cried for days straight because I knew that I couldn't run from it any longer. All these years of telling my mom it was ok and that I was ok were catching up to me...I called her one night crying like a baby and that is when she told me she knew...I knew that she knew because she would lay me next to her and do it...I would look over and see her face flinch as I wept from the pain.
But to hear here say it at that moment...things changed...I went from sad to mad as hell,I had a total break down. I lost my job, stopped talking to my friends. For a year I stayed in the home I shared with my bf and went through every emotion you can imagine. It even got to the point where I was talking to my self. I would hear voices telling me to kill her and turn myself in, just all the anger from the ill treatment from and trying like hell to wrap my mind around how u could listen to ur own blood being raped. It took God himself to lift me out of that situation, I was doing well until one day some chest pains over took me. I couldn't breath and I felt like my heart would explode. Long story short I have a heart defect because my mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. Something else she knew that she didn't tell me.
After all this I dnt talk to her the way I should...I could go years and not talk to her and I wouldn't feel anyway. I'm still pissed off about it all...I just want to forgive but how on earth do I do that when things keep coming out the woods?