okay well my parents never beat me but once my dad hid under my bed and scared me so bad i ran screaming to my mom and i was dismayed to find out she was in on it

hmmm really want to know...

Although my dad was good to me the majoity of the time...

He had a young guy who was in the same business take me out of the Hotel bar were I went to visit him...

So he could F*ck some whore...
He atleast told the guy around my age not to touch me..or.....there would be trouble..

Cheating husband also..

Thanks dad...

A while ago, I posted in a thread about insecurities. It told a little bit of the things that had happened to me.

I am not gonna go into it again, but if someone really wants to know, it's in my post history.

Just look for one of my few LONG posts.

I like my parents.

I Love my parents....

but I don't have to necessarily like them...

I feel sad for my mom though...

I don't think I have ever said love.. but definitely never to my dad.. but I don't hate them for anything they did.. I do feel sorry for them.. as an adult now I know how my mother is.. I partially understand how my father could just leave.. as for my mother.. she's weak.. irresponsible..no pride.. can't be alone or independent... so I more feel sorry for her than anything.. except for when she would intentionally be cruel...

Once upon a time he was always calling us wierd names,Kool

i'd love to say i thank my dad for making me a stronger wiser woman, and i've learned from my childhood blah blah blah.... deep down i still love him blah blah blah...

but i can't

if i saw his car on the street today i would slash his tires and if i had a can of spray paint handy i'd put "wife beater and child abuser" on the side. I want to destroy him

wow..our lives are parellel in many ways..

due to the abuse and my dad doing the split and cheating and beating her...

she is suffering the consecquences...
She isn't healthy..and test are showing that..She is 77 yrs..and an alcholic...and she targets me...not my brothers.

She has been nicer though since I am moving..

I'm here..ambace her only daughter..but know...her memory is bad even when she doesn't drink..

But why not be kind and want me here without crazy behavior...

I suppose living together just doesn't work..I will visit though..

She is good to both my brothers...

And I have good brothers..who are always there for me..especially my eldest one...

We think alike..our blood runs thru us the same..Our hearts beat the same....

I love him..we are 13 months apart...

My younger brother is here for me but he is a bit selfabsorbed...sad..

Well my father never beat my mother.. but I heard before he left.. when I was two I was crying and he slapped me in the face.. I think my father just didn't know how to love a child or something.. but I think my father is succeful and a decent man in his way.. we didnt meet til I was 23.. and there is somethign to be said about the genes and hereditary.. my mother can barely read, has never worked a job more than 6 months in her life, doesnt mind sucking up welfare, a junkie growing up.. all kinds of crap.. I am nothing like her.. but after meeting my father... he's an electrical engineer, a member of mensa, pretty successfull.. no idea how they were ever together... but it was like a piece missing out of a puzzle when I met him..

I left home at 16 1/2yrs,Enough said that place i called home became unbearable after lots of tharaphy Im and some ACA,groups over my years im ok he was a sick person and angry person i was never sexually abused but whats the diffrence i still carried the scars of a ugly childhood.Koolaid

Well, everyones posting about it so will I....

First off...I miss my mom ,love my mom and I am still lost without her.I forgave her long ago for something but I guess I can never forget.
My brother and I were led to believe that we had the same father. When I was in my teens I found out the truth & confronted my mom about it. We fought about it but in the end I had promised her that I would never tell him .I remember her words, "When I'm dead and gone you can tell him if you want".
Theres much more to it..but I would probally take up 2 of these boxes.

that is tough...
have absolutely no idea what to say about that...

when i was about 8 years old i was at my grandmas with my cousin who i loved so much we always had a great time. my parents came by with my 2 brothers and asked me if i wanted to go with them or stay at my grandmas.v i said stay because i EXPECTED we where just going home. it turned out they all went to disney world WITHOUT me!!! I mean WTF! i was so crushed i stayed at my grandmas for about a week and my cousin ended up leaving the day after that happened so it sucked times 2. til this day i dont know the exact reason why they didnt take me.

The bastards had the nerve to love and nurture me, how dare they.

Yeah, I had the same dang problem.

My mother tried killing me and my brother once after getting into a fight with relatives and walking into traffic. We were little kids, but I remember it well. She ended up getting slapped in the face by an aunt for doing something like that. Whatever. It's really nothing.

Once my dad broke a plate on my mother face by accident when he just meant to break it on the wall. It was a wonderful birthday for my brother as you can obviously tell. We were on our way to see Pan's Labyrinth and all this **** happened. I actually ended up getting kicked out of the hospital for fighting with a nurse. She was one those "funny" I like to make jokes, nurses, and my mothers face is hanging so I was a bit hostile to her.. She should have just done her job like a good bi*tch.

I think these are probably the two worst experiences, but I have a ****load . I see these experiences as something that just makes me tougher as an individual. I fu*king dare you to f*uc*k with me.

*f**ks with nohottie*