The Short Version.

My stepfather beat me.  And my mother. 

I was kicked, and punched, beaten with sticks, belts, anything within reaching distance. 

The pain always ended with something like "Do you think you're better than me now?"   What a cliche.   I received a black eye once when I brought home a perfect report card.  I had an orange-sized bruise on my leg after I learned the latin name for oats.  

I resented my mother for a very long time.  After all, she stayed for years, left, and returned to him.  Finally, when I was 12, she left for good.


natlynn natlynn
26-30, F
1 Response Jun 25, 2007

Well said, swagonwheels.