I've been abused all my life by my father. A few highlights: Telling me that my mom died of alcohol poisoning when I was 12 (just so that she wouldn't get her every-other-weekend-visits with us anymore).
When I was 11 he beat me on my backside to the point that both the blood vessels in both my wrists had ruptured from the belt he was using. I had put both my hands behind my back to try and lessen the blows. I wasn't able to understand multiplication, and he got fed up with trying to make me "get it". (I ended up in foster care for 10 days while he was evaluated for his fitness as a a parent, because of that).
When I was 15 he kept repeatedly kicking me in my lower left leg with steel toed boots because I was 10 minutes late coming home once. To this day, I still have a significant dent in my lower left leg.
Telling me when I was 17 that if he knew how my mom was going to be with her drinking once they were married, that he would have just taken care of himself in the shower instead of being with her the night my brother and I were conceived.
He's called me every foul name you can imagine and then some. He repeatedly beat me every day. Finally, I managed to escape. I ran away when I was 19. I knew that if I didn't, I would have died at my fathers hands......or my own.
When I was 11 he beat me on my backside to the point that both the blood vessels in both my wrists had ruptured from the belt he was using. I had put both my hands behind my back to try and lessen the blows. I wasn't able to understand multiplication, and he got fed up with trying to make me "get it". (I ended up in foster care for 10 days while he was evaluated for his fitness as a a parent, because of that).
When I was 15 he kept repeatedly kicking me in my lower left leg with steel toed boots because I was 10 minutes late coming home once. To this day, I still have a significant dent in my lower left leg.
Telling me when I was 17 that if he knew how my mom was going to be with her drinking once they were married, that he would have just taken care of himself in the shower instead of being with her the night my brother and I were conceived.
He's called me every foul name you can imagine and then some. He repeatedly beat me every day. Finally, I managed to escape. I ran away when I was 19. I knew that if I didn't, I would have died at my fathers hands......or my own.
Once she slammed my hand in the door >.<