I Had a Black Eye
My mother was abusive most of my life. She would fly off the handle 9 times a day or more, slapping me, pulling my hair, throwing things at me, kicking me, whatever she could do that hurt. And every day she called me the worst things she could think of.
One day, when I was maybe 11 or 12, she and my dad took we with them fishing. I wasn't allowed near them when they were fishing as my very presence would apparently scare away the fish. But this day I asked to just sit next to her. I don't know why, perhaps I was just lonely. I usually was lonely. And she said no, absolutely not, you'd ruin everything. And, stupidly, knowing my mother as I did, I asked again, saying I'd be really quiet. She turned around with this scary look on her face and screamed at me, and then swung out with her fishing net and hit me with it. She screamed at me to just go away, to stay out of her sight and not to ruin her only fun in life like I always did. I was crying, but she just turned around and walked away, still telling me to get very lost. Which I did for the whole day that they fished for.
By the time we got home, I had this huge black eye from where she'd hit me with the steel fr