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Cake day: February 24th, 2024

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  • It took a long time for me. I knew they did mean things but when you are raised like that it seems normal. The real breaking point is when I realized my mother was abusing my autistic son the same way she had me. They both died last year and I didn’t go to either funeral. My dad would often get in my face and scream at me while my mother would destroy anything I loved. If she gave me a present in a few years it would be gone. She would have and would be “saving it” for me. I have nothing from my childhood. I don’t have my class ring ‘she bought’ because I would just lose it was always the excuse. My dad was little different. I had a heart attack and got behind on my house payments. My dad ‘helped’ me out buy taking over the loan. When I signed both him and the POS bank guy told me it was just them adding him to the loan but it was them cutting me out. I could go on and on but the first sentence is your answer. I would like to add they were physically abusive up until I was fourteen. At that point I was absurdly strong for my age due to being my dads ‘slow gaited mule’ in his scrap business. He never passed up a chance to tell me I wasn’t good enough. I just wish I would have realized how badly they feared me after I picked something up that few could and put it in the back of a truck. I did this because he was having a full meltdown and I was scared of him.















  • I know all too well. Many of them do it for the attention. My parents got up in church every sunday and pleaded for everyone to pray for me. I remember so many times my dad would get right up in my face screaming at me at the top of his lungs. Every cuss word except the one that starts with F would fly out of his mouth. After all that is where he drew the line. Never of course when anyone other than my mother would see. They always made a big show of any kindness they did for me. Only for them to take it back when their audience had left. There are so many of those types that gravitate toward power that there is no hope for most of them. They are either their fools or their tools but one thing is for certain anyone who really believes is being manipulated by those that just use it for their own gain. I have never in my life felt further from decency than in the congregation of a baptist church.