I Was Abused From the Time I Was 6 Till I Was 15!!

First of all I will just say this my mother was an addict... She was addicted to drugs, alcohol, and men... My mother has been married 14 times since I was 4 and has had god knows how many other live in boyfriends...

My mother beat me and blamed me for every little thing that went wrong.. If she couldnt get a fix then it was my fault.. If a man didnt want her anymore it was my fault... If a man saw me and wanted to be paternal towards me it was my fault.. I protected my little sister from it all because she was sooo frail...

My life was a nightmare.. I wore long sleves in the summer and would never take them off.. I thought that love hurt.. Then when I was 13 I awoke to find my arms duct taped to my bed and my legs were tied spread eagle.. My mothers bf was standing above me telling me to take it like a woman... I screamed for my mother and noticed she was on the stairs.. She looked at me and said "Get used to it honey this is all men will want from someone like you!!!" I cried and screamed for the entire time as he beat me and molested me for hours...

Once I was allowed free I ran outside and hid... My then boyfriend who was my best friend found me several hours later hiding in a vacant house that we used as a club house and none of the parents knew about it... He found me there with bruises and bleeding... I was sooo upset and could hardly talk.. I didnt want to tell him what happened but I knew I could trust him since I couldnt trust my mother...

He took me back to my house and installed a lock on the inside of my door so no one could get in again... He helped me clean up and get dressed and fed me... He then confronted my moms bf and told him if he ever touched me again things would happen...

The bf moved out and mother moved us closer to my grandparents... My grandfather protected me for a little while but that didnt last long... I can remember I was out on the porch talking to my neighbor stephen.. He was the only guy I could find myself getting close to besides the previous bf.. He was gentle with me and more my best friend than anything... My mother woke up and saw me out there talking to him laughing about a joke he had told and she grabbed me by my hair... She screamed I was a ***** and proceeded to beat me till I couldnt walk... The next morning I had to go to school... I walked half way up the walk and passed out in front of my teachers and friends... I woke up in the hospital with a broken jaw and several broken ribs.. My father was called and asked to come get me.. He did...

As we went to court the judge actually gave me back to my mother... I know she was sleeping with him because I had seen him many times at the house.. She slept with many men who were higher up in the legal and social services establishments...

As most ppl do I grew up... I thought that being with someone who loved me was suppose to hurt so I started seeing men... I didnt know that love was suppose to be kind till I met Shannon... He was sooo good to me... He treated me like a treasure... By this time I was 15 and was going to highschool and loved being with him... My mother liked him and that helped alot... Well Shannon and I went on a date and he brought me home.. I went inside and told mother I was home and she said ok honey... I told her I was gonna sit out on the swing and talk with Shannon for a little while and she was like ok do whatever... We sat out there for about 20 min when mother came storming out of the house and grabbed me by my hair.. Told Shannon to get the hell off her property... She drug me inside the house and proceeded to put my head thru the brick wall... Suddenly I felt her hands leave my body, and someone softly pick me up... That is where I blacked out... I woke up two days later in a hospital bed... They kept calling me by Shannons sisters name... The doctors told me that I had a severe concussion and I was lucky to be alive... I was then let go into Shannons moms' custody and allowed to call my dad...

My dad came and got me and I was allowed to stay with him till I was married later in life... Shannon and I broke up the strain was just to much... But thru him and my father I learned that men who love you dont hurt you....

angeleyesayala angeleyesayala
31-35, F
Feb 22, 2009