Yelling, screaming, fighting all awaken me at three in the morning. Crashing vases, things breaking all around. Court rooms and custody battles. These were the things that accompanied me throughout my childhood. Early one morning before preschool, around the time my dad left for work, I am awoken to the sounds of my parents fighting. My mom screaming for my dad to get away from her and to not touch her. I wonder why mommy wouldn't want daddy to touch her because they're supposed to love each other. I hear my dad screaming at my mom and the front door slam close. Unknown to me, this is one of the many instances where my father tried to hurt my mom. My dad and brother were "wrestling" on the living room floor and my dad always seemed
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The chair in the therapist's office was engulfing, giving me comfort while I was being asked what exactly used to happen at home when my dad was around. I later found out that things my father was doing, was actually something horrible. He was mentally and physically abusing his own family. My parents were married for ten years before everything went to hell. They separated when I was two, but I didn't start to question why until I was entering preschool why I saw my mom during the day and my dad at night. Five years old and my parents finally divorced. But still, the fighting never ceased. By seven, I knew the courthouse like the back of my hand. I was ten and had experienced things that most adults never have or will. Growing up abused and in a broken marriage made me grow up fast. You learn that not everything is as it seems and someone who seems like the happiest person around, is actually broken on the inside, waiting for someone to care. You learn that sometimes you need to work harder than others to try to achieve the things you wish for. Experiencing abuse that young and by someone who was supposed to love and protect me, has made me a stronger person
The chair in the therapist's office was engulfing, giving me comfort while I was being asked what exactly used to happen at home when my dad was around. I later found out that things my father was doing, was actually something horrible. He was mentally and physically abusing his own family. My parents were married for ten years before everything went to hell. They separated when I was two, but I didn't start to question why until I was entering preschool why I saw my mom during the day and my dad at night. Five years old and my parents finally divorced. But still, the fighting never ceased. By seven, I knew the courthouse like the back of my hand. I was ten and had experienced things that most adults never have or will. Growing up abused and in a broken marriage made me grow up fast. You learn that not everything is as it seems and someone who seems like the happiest person around, is actually broken on the inside, waiting for someone to care. You learn that sometimes you need to work harder than others to try to achieve the things you wish for. Experiencing abuse that young and by someone who was supposed to love and protect me, has made me a stronger person