
Water-Lily
Enlightened
- Dec 26, 2020
- 1,203
My mother was horribly abusive. I could never do anything right she would call me horrid names as early as 6 years old. She convinced me I was a bitch and retarded, beat me with belt buckles to where I have scars, pushed me down stairs, and just always teared me down psychologically. And whenever I told anyone she got a pass cause "shes a mom who loves me and is just stressed". When I connect with people who had good childhoods there comes a shade over me. I cant feel happy for them. I feel jealous. they got what I can never relate to you and it makes me want to give up on life all together our of jealousy and shame. Knowing my life cant ever be normal like their own.