I Grew Up With a Verbally Abusive Mother

I really enjoyed reading your stories and all the responses. Isn't the funniest part of our situations when you go to a friends house in high school and your shocked with the kindness of your friends mothers. In a very sad way, for me...

My mom verbally and emotionally abused me. She is made up of a roller coaster of emotions and everyday I come home worried if I'm going to say something to make her yell. She doesn't always call me a bitch or something...it's more like...

I grew up the youngest of four children and the only girl. My parents divorced when i was small and i always felt out of place. My mother treated me different because i was a girl which i never understood because she kept having...

It was my husband who finally told me that the things my mother said and did sounded like abuse. Up until then I was always led to believe that there was something wrong with me, not her. As a child I thought it was normal to be...

 My mother has been verbally abusing me since I was very young. She still does it. You'd think that now we're both adults she would have learned to respect me as another human being. Nope. She's even more abusive now than before...

My mom was abusive verbally always saying I will be a failure like my dad. I laugh at that because my dad isn't perfect but hey he has his own business, I work for him I think he is successful. She could never find anything I did good...

im 19 and living at home because I dont have any way to get into college, idk if i even have any talents for a career. If i showed my mother a drawing, she'd insult it. same with a story, a song, a picture, etc. I gave up ever sharing...

Nothing hurts worse then verbal abuse. I can recall the times my mom got mad and hit me. Sometimes with a belt ,always the metal end. Usually whatever was handy. My mom wasn't some horrible abusive woman. She always provided for me and...

It's sad that all my childhood experiences which are supposed to be happy and pleasant, like road trips, holidays and birthdays, are extremely depressing for me. I don't know why, every one of those times the abuse got worse. My mom...

My mother was beautiful, witty, charming, intellegent - but mentally cruel. I was her favourite daughter until I was 12 and started to rebel, and say what I really thought. She was pretty lethal, critical in the extreme, unsupportive...

Ever since I was 9, my mother started abusing me both physically and emotionally. She compared my results to that of my friends/classmates, constantly telling me what a disappointment I was. Once, when I told her a lie, she chased my...

My life has been severely affected by how my mother treated me growing up. I'm 40 now, but to this day I still have problems that I can relate back to my childhood. I was subjected to emotional abuse in many different forms. I was...

I'm am the youngest child and I'm ten. My sister moved out. She has not been like this my whole life. It started when bob came( that is not his real name). And my parents are still together. And I hate to say it but my dad is my...

"We didn't want you"
"Well, obviously you were a mistake."
"What did you do to drive him off?" (After I was abandoned by my father at 7)
"Look at yourself. Who would want that?"
"Why are you so fat?"
"Beauty is all about bone structure...

I'm a resourceful, ingenuous, brave, strong and brilliant person... who always felt helpless and miserable deep inside, and keeps feeling that way because I've been treated as and inferior and despicable...

I often wonder know as an adult why my mom ever has kids. I can't recall a single time in my childhood that my mom ever hugged me or said I love you. I do recall her calling me worthless a mistake. Her hitting me with the metal end of...

it took many strides and struggles to get to this place but if anyone ever feels down or not going to make it. know that there is a pot of gold that sits and bestows upon you all great wishes and wealth of good fortune if you just...

I have read a few of your stories. I can relate to them all in different ways.
This is a brief telling of my story. Since I was little I can remember my mothers harsh words against me. Calling me a bastard, bitch, all the names in the...