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they didn't make me fiifnssh my engleesh hoomwurk!
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they didn't make me fiifnssh my engleesh hoomwurk! |
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oh let us not even go there... Yeah, I'm with you Jasmine with regards to my Dad anyway. The worst thing my mom did to me was tell me I'm telling your father as soon as he gets home......hours before he would get home. The fear knotted my stomach up the entire time. And when he got home it would be that big, thick, black, 3 inch, leather belt across my bare butt and legs. All I ever had to do was cross the wrong street or even just make my mom angry. But that wasn't the worst thing my father did, I'm not going there. Spare the rod and spoil the child? Yeah right, the only thing being on the receiving end of the rod taught me was that it's wrong to hit your children. No child should have to go to school and not even be able to sit in their desk because of the pain they are in from the beating inflicted upon them by a supposedly loving parent. No child should be afraid that your crazy mother was going to call the cops on you for some made up crap. (in the mean time she is on the other side of the country calling the cops) Also, you shouldnt have to hide from class mates because your mother called and told them that my dad was going to come to the school with a bomb. (My dad was on the other side of the country, at home, high, he had no clue what was going on. She did that twice, my class mates thought I was as crazy as her, and tried to beat me up. Jessica, you are quite right, no child should have to suffer the abuse of a parent. I'm sorry you've endured all you have, it must have made you an extraordinarily strong woman. The thing to keep in mind when judging the degree of severity of abuse inflicted upon a child is that it's all a horror to the child. |
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took away my cds and sent me to outpatient rehab
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Edited by
artcat
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Sat 12/06/08 05:03 PM
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they didn't make me fiifnssh my engleesh hoomwurk! Need some help? That was my first job when I got out of college, I taught senior English in high school. |
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eh, besides the usual bad crap that there is no need to go into.. I left my ex.. my dads new wife offered to let me stay with them til I got a place.. I woke up the morning after moving in and unpacking.. there was a piece of paper on the dining room table.. it was a contract.. not a big deal.. just official stuff I guess my dad thought he needed to be sure I wouldnt have company in the house (cause you know things like that just can't be told to a person).... but with all that stuff on the contract.. the thing that got me most.. was the part of the contract that I had to sign was to acknowledge that I knew I was 'just here because I needed help and was not wanted here'........ so ofcourse I moved out right away...
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eh, besides the usual bad crap that there is no need to go into.. I left my ex.. my dads new wife offered to let me stay with them til I got a place.. I woke up the morning after moving in and unpacking.. there was a piece of paper on the dining room table.. it was a contract.. not a big deal.. just official stuff I guess my dad thought he needed to be sure I wouldnt have company in the house (cause you know things like that just can't be told to a person).... but with all that stuff on the contract.. the thing that got me most.. was the part of the contract that I had to sign was to acknowledge that I knew I was 'just here because I needed help and was not wanted here'........ so ofcourse I moved out right away... damn. |
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took away my cds and sent me to outpatient rehab |
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When I was between the ages of 8 and 10, my dad used to throw me against the walls, then on my back in front of my lil sis. He then spent all of the money I earned, (long story) on himself and his weed addiction. He built a room for me, but then took it over. He took me out of counseling, put me in girl scouts and whenever it was time for us to acctually do something fun, he would make me quit. He kicked me outta soft ball, (and the only reason why I was in softball was to lose weight, cuz I was tired of my dad calling me a fat ass) because he didnt feel like picking me up, but when my lil sis joined cheerleading, he would be there everyday to pick her up, even if it was a game that wasn't home. He would take off on me in the middle of the night to go to the bars when I was 8. He made me make my own breakfast which was usually, Ramen, instant mashed potatoes, or mac and cheese, and I was lucky to get dinner. He wouldnt' let me visit my Grama (who is my savior) because my lil sis was jealous. (Even though she had a grama and grapa of her own. (I was the only child in my fam with one set of grandparents. My Aunt wouldnt let me hang out with her, BECAUSE my dad is my dad, and if I ever got to hang out with her kids, she would purposely leave me out of things, like take the kids to the beach, I would have to sit at home. oh yeah.. i remember those nights when sugar-water was dinner cause that's all you could find.. was really lucky if there was bread and could have mayonaisse sandwiches.. LOL.. omg I am so friggin glad to be an adult now.. but the way I was raised makes me who I am today.. which is responsible, independent and not lazy with more pride than my mother has.. |
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took away my cds and sent me to outpatient rehab listen broseph, i was 16. my parents happen to have money and they found an ounce of pot and a bag of oxies under my bed. you think i wanted to go? sorry that "struck a nerve" but dont take it out on me. |
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Edited by
burgundybry
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Sat 12/06/08 05:21 PM
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They're both long since gone from my life. My mom passed when I was 16, my dad about 15 years ago. They weren't perfect, but I think they did the best they could with what they had. When they're no longer with you, ya tend to hang onto the good and let go of the bad, at least that is how it is for me. nice post, lilbug! ..couldn't have said it better ...i know for me, when i became a parent, it painted an entirely new perspective on just how much i had put my folks through..lost my dad in 1977, my mom just two weeks prior to 911 |
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Edited by
martymark
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Sat 12/06/08 05:26 PM
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took away my cds and sent me to outpatient rehab listen broseph, i was 16. my parents happen to have money and they found an ounce of pot and a bag of oxies under my bed. you think i wanted to go? sorry that "struck a nerve" but dont take it out on me. |
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lairs? as in people that lie? i dont mean to get upset either but it wasnt exactly all sunshine and roses for me either. kinda gave me a guilty complex and an inferiority complex. no harm no foul. post on bruddah.
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lairs? as in people that lie? i dont mean to get upset either but it wasnt exactly all sunshine and roses for me either. kinda gave me a guilty complex and an inferiority complex. no harm no foul. post on bruddah. |
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i remember one time my brother and i (i was about 10 and he was about 9) were playing in the basement, where we were supposed to, and knocked over a new toilet breaing the tank (he had put it in the middle of the basement), after he beat us he told my mom to look at my foot....apparently when the tank fell it cut my foot. of course there was the punishment for getting blood on my new carpet.
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I really try not to think about my childhood.The truth is that my stepfather sexual abuse me and my mother was alcholic[lost her when she was 36yrs old]I know she loved me in her own way.But she didn't protect me,she didn't believe me when I told her.So I got married at 17,just to get away from home.I made a promise that I would never turn into my mother and I would always be there for my kids,They would have a better mom.My stepfather told me about 7 yrs ago that the past was the past,it didn't matter anymore but he was wrong..
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Edited by
luv2roknroll
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Sat 12/06/08 06:45 PM
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When I was a teenager....
I wanted to dress trashy. You know the bare midriff, and the hiphuggers,not to mention the shorts like wayyyyyyyyyyy up my azz! My mom used to tell me I was advertising and someday someone was gonna wanna sample my goods. Well one day, as im heading out of the door looking like a friggen ho, my mom decieded that if I was gonna show it, I should show it all. She stripped me naked, and threw me onto the front porch, and locked me out! Needless to say, when I was able to get back in, I dressed myself accordingly! I dont dress like a slut now... I dress sexy, but never sleazy! Thanks Mom!!!! |
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When I was a teenager.... I wanted to dress trashy. You know the bare midriff, and the hiphuggers,not to mention the shorts like wayyyyyyyyyyy up my azz! My mom used to tell me I was advertising and someday someone was gonna wanna sample my goods. Well one day, as im heading out of the door looking like a friggen ho, my mom decieded that if I was gonna show it, I should show it all. She stripped me naked, and threw me onto the front porch, and locked me out! Needless to say, when I was able to get back in, I dressed myself accordingly! I dont dress like a slut now... I dress sexy, but never sleazy! Thanks Mom!!!! LOL tough love.. She sounds tough, sounds like something my grandmother would have done.... Good thing it helped you.. Other people may have been posting how that damaged them forever.. |
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When I was a teenager.... I wanted to dress trashy. You know the bare midriff, and the hiphuggers,not to mention the shorts like wayyyyyyyyyyy up my azz! My mom used to tell me I was advertising and someday someone was gonna wanna sample my goods. Well one day, as im heading out of the door looking like a friggen ho, my mom decieded that if I was gonna show it, I should show it all. She stripped me naked, and threw me onto the front porch, and locked me out! Needless to say, when I was able to get back in, I dressed myself accordingly! I dont dress like a slut now... I dress sexy, but never sleazy! Thanks Mom!!!! LOL tough love.. She sounds tough, sounds like something my grandmother would have done.... Good thing it helped you.. Other people may have been posting how that damaged them forever.. Im a rocker... we dont break babe...we bounce! |
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Tortured |
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