It Was So Lonely
I had a twin sister, who was born an hour later than I was. Then I lived with my mom and she lived with my dad, since they were divorced. I have 3 sisters, but one was living with my dad, and the other 2 weren't around. My mother had my youngest sister who is 10 years younger than me, with my grandmother most of the time. My other sister who is 2 years younger than I am, was around the house half of the time, and the other half she was around my grandmother's house as well. So I'd sit at home alone most of the time. I didn't have much to do but read books, talk to my mom, and work on my homework. I loved my mom, but I couldn't accept my father as my father. My dad abused me. He burned me, cut me, raped me, choked me, pushed me into walls, slapped me, and so on and so forth. He never was there for me, and it seemed as if he hated me. My mother was actually there for me, so I was glad I lived with her. She helped me, and tried to keep my father away from me. I knew it was for the good. Later when I had my children, he tried to kill them. He also tried to kill my husband, who was my boyfriend at the time. My mother got a restraining order against him, but he continued to sneak his way through. He'd wait until my mother left for work, and started abusing me again. Later in life, when I was 32 years old, my oldest daughter was raped. I was depressed knowing this. But I understood how she felt because I had been through the same thing. Things weren't always great with my family. My mother was actually there for my husband, my children, my sisters, and me. She was there for anyone. Yes I felt lonely, but my mother was like my friend when I was really bored.