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Shattered dream

Posted by Danny at April 24, 2012
Tags: 2012 April  Childhood

I'm 23 years old. My life has been one dramatic event after the other. I know that is a very bold statement, but sadly it's true. I was born into a bad marriage. My mother and father were on the verge of divorce when they had me. I was the "lets try and save our marriage/my dads way of trying to keep my mom faithful" pregnancy. Very dumb I know, but i wouldn't be here if they didn't. Obviously the marriage didn't last. Unfortunaly I lasted for 3 years after I was born. I can't recall if they divorced or if when my older brother, sister, and I were taken away from them by the state due to their drug habits. Either way that was the last my mom was in my life in a permanent basis. Luckily for my siblings and I we were place under my uncle and aunts (dads brother)custody. unfortunately for us they had 4 kids of their own. So adding three other kids was a issue. My siblings and I were always the black sheep. The burdens on them and this showed when it came down to how they treated us. One example. I always helped my aunt out with the laundry. Well one day she asked me to go up stairs to get the empty hangers. She informed me to be quiet though because my older cousin, her eldest, was sleeping. (keep in my this is around the end of our time with them. things got bad toward the end) Well I was at the top of the stairs when my aunt is at the bottom of the stairs. I can't remember what, but she asks me a question to which I reply with a quiet answer. She then gets angry and asked me to speak up because she can't hear what I said, so being the 4 year old I was answered back in my normal toned voice. AS soon as I did she turned red and screamed at me "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" So I did and as soon as I reached her she grabbed my arm and started to spank me with the wire bristle brush she had in her other hand. I was wearing shorts that day and I can remember it hurt my bare legs so much. I was screaming and crying out of pain. When she finished there were little puncture wounds all down my legs. She told me to wear pants till they disappeared. This traumatized me. So living with them was never an okay situation. From the start of my life i felt unwanted. fast forward a couple years and my brother sister and I are back with my father, who got sober and won back custody of us shortly after the incident with the wire brush.My mother was still long gone. Like I said she has never really been in my life... This is turning out to be a very long story. Thank you for listening. there is so much more. I think I just need to write a journal, maybe a book. I'm sure it'd make a good read.


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By anonymous at 03,Oct,12 20:27

thats really sad but u seem to be quite optimistic! :) which is really great, even though youve seen so much pain in the world u continue to see the best in people... im sure your aunt was just stressed with having to feed another THREE children :( but im very sorry u had to go through that, even though this is like MONTHS since youve written ur story if u ever need to talk, u can email me, and i would LOVE to read ur autobiography XD LOOOOOL

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