My Mother Must Have Hated Me.I can't get over it and now I'm almost 55 years old. 3 kids and I was the youngest.
In 2nd grade I was responsible for unlocking the house door after we all got out of school. Sometimes I would forget the key and my older siblings would physically and mentally abuse me then when my parents got home, I got it again.
By 3rd grade I was pulled out of class by the school nurse and she demanded to know where all my bruises came from so like always I lied. Then, I mysteriously came down with hypititus and almost died.
By 4th grade, I was having horrible non-stop migranes and was finally taken to a hospital. The nurse ran a brain scan and questioned me about being beaten and again, I lied. That nurse knew my mom was behind it and demanded to see me 3 times a week but that never happened. Instead, when my mother got me in the car she said she could still beat me but just in the head because she didn't want to go to jail. The beatings came from my parents and both older siblings, as I was their punching bag. I remember my mom telling my 2 older siblings not to hit me in the head anymore or she would get blamed for it. My older sister said "Why not?", and my older brother said, "I will if she deserves it." Then to really make things worse for me, I was constantly told what a horrible person I was, and I was ugly.
I remember the big birthday parties held for my older siblings, but I never had one, so even as a kid I didn't go to classmates birthday parties because I knew I would never be able to invite them to one of mine. (Tears). To this day, I will occasionally buy myself a Birthday Cake and it feels good.
Christmas was not a wonderful time of the year for me either. I had a cousin who my mom always put before me. If my mother bought me 5 things (normal for me) then my cousin got exactly what I wanted, then I had to watch her open 40 other gifts from relatives on Christmas Eve. When, I finally got to open my few gifts I already knew what they were. :( Then, I got to watch my older sister and brother open their normal 12-20 gifts. (with tears in my eyes).
I'll never understand why my mother chose me to do many other mean things to as well. I tried to love her, that was all I wanted. My dad wasn't there for me but he was for my older siblings.
My mother died in 2007 and before she died she asked for my hand at her bedside and told me that she was sorry for everything she had ever done to me. I almost threw up and told her it was a little late to ease her conscious and left her room. She died 3 days later and I don't miss her.
Life as a child and kid for me was hell and as hard as I try to forgive and forget, that unending stream of abuse still haunts me and always will.
Ismhal 36-40 3 Responses 4 Nov 25, 2012