I don't really remember the first time my mom hit me,she just always did since I could remember and before.
My mom hit me for:
-Talking loud
-Popping gum
-Crying
-Getting Angry at her.
-Dropping things.
-Spilling things.
-When she had a bad day.
-For not letting her hit me
-For embarrassing her.
-For not cleaning well enough.
-For not having the corners on my bed tucked under it well enough(like in the hospital).
-For flinching because I thought she was going to hit me.
She yelled at me for:
-Singing
-Humming
-Tapping
-Chewing or eating wrong or too loudly
-Laughing
-Talking
-Making noise
Names she called me and things she said:
-Drama Queen
-Liar
-Bitch
-Slutty
-Stupid
-Annoying
-I hate you
-I wish I never had you
- I wish you would go away
-I wish I could get rid of you
-Good I hope you die
-You ruin everything
-It's not that bad
She said she hated my laugh that she hated it when I laughed it annoyed her.On Halloween she said she hated me that she wished that I would just fucking die because I ruined everything.She constantly told me how I was dramatic and how I ruined everything I was the problem it wasn't that bad.Told me she wished she didn't have me wish she could get rid of me wish that I'd go away, wish I'd die. I was often depressed and I came to her and said I want to kill myself she said your so dramatic well whatever blew me off with consent. I tried to kill myself many times in my childhood I was only admitted twice to psyche.
An incident I remember all to clearly I was washing my hair she was helping,she kept getting soap in my eyes ,I was getting frustrated and she was even more so, she was scrubbing my hair to hard ,I refused to cry though the soap was burning so I kept asking for a towel she ignored me, then my hair was done and I couldn't see momentarily. I tried to reach the towel but couldn't see it I was getting the floor wet then she handed me the towel and I put it on wrong, and soaked the floor and might have got water on her as well so she got the mop and told me to clean it after hitting me ,I started to mop and couldn't even do that right so she beat me still , I ran to the kitchen door furthest I could get away until I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head so severe I got dizzy I felt pain so extreme I thought I was bleeding and heard a crash the mop had been thrown it soared (damn does my mom have an arm!)I ran to my room were my aunt who hadn't heard held me as I cried and tried to console me my mom still said she threw it toward the ground she didn't know how it hit me on the far side of the kitchen which was bull.
Another time was when my little brother and me got in a fight he started it as per usual and I finished it as per usual he called names hit pulled hair and more.. and I responded with one gentle REVENGE kick but my mother just didn't understand!(ha, sorry,I shouldn't be humorous in abuse stories though that might have only been funny to me)She got on her mad face so I ran like a mo foe because you never want to piss her off and if you do you run or.. die so I ran and locked my self in our bathroom and oh silly me not thinking you can unlock that bathroom with your fingernail so I was screwed than she got in and got up to me and said DON'T KICK YOUR BROTHER and promptly slammed me with her steal toed boot ,right as the toe of her boot connected with my flesh I bled and a week or so after scarred.
And I remember a time when she was beating my brother at he time he was four or five so I spoke up to anger her and defend him I couldn't stand by and watch such a little boy be hurt but she wouldn't hear of it my mother my monster picked up my toy my fluffy stuffed pink elephant and hit me with it you'd think oh so what its fluffy, um.. heh heh no it had hard buttons for eyes which she made sure to strike me all over with she hit me un-relentlessly with my own damn fluffy Elle ( my Ma Ma Gretchen got me it)until i couldn't breath I was crying I was upset and I realized I couldn't move I didn't get it I never did I never understood why I couldn't get up and move to save my brother from my mother.
Until the first year of seventh grade when I found I had narcolepsy in extreme emotion I'm paralyzed for all those years I was helpless. I tried and did hurt her back and did protect Daniel but unfortunately I passed out at some point leaving him to the beast.
I ran away one day, I just wanted to hang out with my friends and as per normal Anna wanted to sleep. I decided I was gonna go regardless, she came looking for me. Then it became running from her there was a face off on my friends lawn about how I was staying there. Anna wouldn't agree so I said fine but I won't go home because I knew she would beat me senseless and by what she had told me her and Daniel would be better off without me. So I figured I'd stay with my Aunt for a couple days then Anna would be cooled off but it turned to weeks and months now about three years.
I thought Danny would be safe she always seemed to like him better.But I was wrong and now he is hundreds of miles away. But as far as I'm concerned she can't have him all she does is hurt. I heard that since moving to North Carolina she hit him like not long ago when I heard I wanted to jump on a plane just to beat HER into her place but I couldn't so yeah.
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