DeathIsTheWayOut99
Warlock
- Jun 6, 2020
- 798
I was always a loveless child
My mother seemed to make it her life goal to abuse me. Calling me every horrid name, such as bitch at whore,a s early as age 5. It could be because I failed an exam, bothered her or said the "wrong" thing, upset her, etc. She reminded me that my existence was a burden to her. That I shouldn't tell anyone about the abuse because shed "go to jail". So, she was a free woman. Free to make as many friends as she wanted, flaunting her fake persona and made herself loom like the perfect mother. But....surely my dad cared right?
Oh wait....no. No he didnt. While he was at work when the absue happened, he didnt do much when it did happen. one naught my mom made me cry on purpose telling me my dad died since she knew I loved him. Jealous bitch she was. Anyways, my dad just enabled her and even blamed me for it. So much for a father
So....what about extended family? You know, grandparents, aunts, uncles? Too bad they are all abusive. My grandmother abused my mom, my aunt abused her son (my cousin) and my uncle abused my cousin as well. So it was a cluster fuck
Ok ok, but what about outside sources? Like teachers? Well, my teachers bullied me. Made me cry daily, and so did other classmates. It seemed I was lifespan's bitch and sadly still is
Nobody ever wanted me.
Man, I was such an idiot. An idiot for thinking that there were people who would eventually love and cared for me. Thats why I held on. But now, looking at how life turn out:
Sexual abuse in college, bullying in college, sexual assault by "bff", family assault, etc
Even with therapy, meds, and so on, nothing ever changed
I cry as I write this because while I believe I am done mentally, I dont have the guts to kill myself. I wish I did, to get back at all those fuckers who got off on my pain. I dont believe that "living is the best revenge" how can you when it hurts to even breathe?
In a way, I hope I can be ready for death one day. So that way, I can maybe look down on heaven and see the karma that has bestowed upon my enemies. And then I will truly be at peace.
My mother seemed to make it her life goal to abuse me. Calling me every horrid name, such as bitch at whore,a s early as age 5. It could be because I failed an exam, bothered her or said the "wrong" thing, upset her, etc. She reminded me that my existence was a burden to her. That I shouldn't tell anyone about the abuse because shed "go to jail". So, she was a free woman. Free to make as many friends as she wanted, flaunting her fake persona and made herself loom like the perfect mother. But....surely my dad cared right?
Oh wait....no. No he didnt. While he was at work when the absue happened, he didnt do much when it did happen. one naught my mom made me cry on purpose telling me my dad died since she knew I loved him. Jealous bitch she was. Anyways, my dad just enabled her and even blamed me for it. So much for a father
So....what about extended family? You know, grandparents, aunts, uncles? Too bad they are all abusive. My grandmother abused my mom, my aunt abused her son (my cousin) and my uncle abused my cousin as well. So it was a cluster fuck
Ok ok, but what about outside sources? Like teachers? Well, my teachers bullied me. Made me cry daily, and so did other classmates. It seemed I was lifespan's bitch and sadly still is
Nobody ever wanted me.
Man, I was such an idiot. An idiot for thinking that there were people who would eventually love and cared for me. Thats why I held on. But now, looking at how life turn out:
Sexual abuse in college, bullying in college, sexual assault by "bff", family assault, etc
Even with therapy, meds, and so on, nothing ever changed
I cry as I write this because while I believe I am done mentally, I dont have the guts to kill myself. I wish I did, to get back at all those fuckers who got off on my pain. I dont believe that "living is the best revenge" how can you when it hurts to even breathe?
In a way, I hope I can be ready for death one day. So that way, I can maybe look down on heaven and see the karma that has bestowed upon my enemies. And then I will truly be at peace.