I Am a Victim of Verbal Abuse
It is only fair to let you all know that I dropped out of college after one year and started abusing drugs at the age of 19 and continued to do so until February 15, 2010. During that time my mother has done nothing but put me down and say some of the most horrible things one can say to their own daughter. I will admit she helped me sometimes, however the verbal abuse I recieved seems unjustified.
I can justify her behavior duing my years of drug abuse but I do not understand why she continues to put down every single thing I do now. When I deccided to go to culinary school she told me how "I missed that boat" and that if you don't complete your schooling by the age of 25 you are no longer in demand, I was 30 at the time I'm now 31. ( Mind you I was always a good student.) The worst thing she does it brags about how well her friends' children are doing and she does this constantly just to hurt me. She even has said over and over " you ainbt sh_t, you aint sh_t aprox. 5 times in a row, like she was doing a chant, as if she were trying to realy get me to believe it. The good news is that I decided to go back to school to be a drug abuse counselor because I am eager to help others who have been made to feel inferior because of their own bad chices, the bad news is I seriously hate my mother with a passion and can't imgine forgiving her because I feel she doesn't deserve my love.
I can justify her behavior duing my years of drug abuse but I do not understand why she continues to put down every single thing I do now. When I deccided to go to culinary school she told me how "I missed that boat" and that if you don't complete your schooling by the age of 25 you are no longer in demand, I was 30 at the time I'm now 31. ( Mind you I was always a good student.) The worst thing she does it brags about how well her friends' children are doing and she does this constantly just to hurt me. She even has said over and over " you ainbt sh_t, you aint sh_t aprox. 5 times in a row, like she was doing a chant, as if she were trying to realy get me to believe it. The good news is that I decided to go back to school to be a drug abuse counselor because I am eager to help others who have been made to feel inferior because of their own bad chices, the bad news is I seriously hate my mother with a passion and can't imgine forgiving her because I feel she doesn't deserve my love.