Our Worst Nightmare

My mother, what's to say about her, but that she was just any ordinary girl with flaws just like any other person. She wasn't bullied at school, i guess you can say she was the abuser, not quite she was something. Her name...... Veronica, not only was this her most nightmare but mine as well, she met my ungrateful, worthless, most dangerous dad well at least here where i'm from. She was about 17 and he was 14, i know its a bit weird thats she was older but i mean he lied to her about his age and he looked older than he actually was. The only good thing that came out of this was the fact that my mom had my brother Juanito, but other than that nothing good came out of it.
It all started when my mom's friends convinced her to go to Batesville to a party, all she ever did was listen to her parents, she never wore make-up, never tried dressing up, and never went out. Which i think she should of kept doing, i mean at least till she was done with school. Well anyways she went to the party anyways and there...... there he was, that horrible man about to go up to my mom and ask her to dance, she said no at first but then he wouldn't leave her alone so she said yes. They danced and got to know each other and fell in love, yea he was nice at first only 'cause he was lying about who exactly he was. They ended up meeting each other here and there, he would visit her at school, yes he ditched school a lot. After a while he transfered, to her school!!!!! My mom was happy about it, only because he was still lying to her, and then after about two months of being together he started showing his real self. She didn't like it, she feared him and she tried leaving him but every single time she did he choked her until she fainted or he would threaten her.
I don't get why she just didn't go to her dad, he was a policemen, she says its 'cause she was embarrassed that he would do all that to her. Her friends were no help to her, they were there all those time he choked her, and they would just leave her there on the ground, by the time she woke up. It was horrible for her, she sometimes just wanted it to end and then after a while he apologized and she forgave him thinking that he would never hurt her again. But nooooooo, he continued to hurt her and threaten her, she did all she could to fight back but she just wasn't as strong.
And then he said sorry again and of course she forgave him!!!!! And things went like that for quite a while and then at 21 she got pregnant with me, when she told her parents they said they had to get married, she tried to get them to change their minds but they said no, if she just would have told them why she didn't want to be with him i am pretty sure they would have changed their minds, but she still feared him. So she started getting things prepared for the wedding and then she finds out they have to go to court to approve being married cause he was under age, thats when she found out how old he was, i know, how would she not know his grade when he went to school with her, he told her that he failed a couple of times.
Well they went to court and her parents got really upset with her, of course who's parents wouldn't. So they got married and then he came up with this crazy idea with lets move and she said no, but most of my family moved to oklahoma together so they moved with them, my mom and dad lived close to them and they always fought and then a year later she was pregnant with my brother and they started fighting again about how supposedly it wasn't his child and then he beat her and she started getting sick. The doctor said it was either both of them die or my mom live and they take out my brother early. She had him early and my brother lived, happiest day of my life, the doctors wanted to kill him and she said no. my brother Juanito stayed at the hospital about 6 months and then he finally came home. my brother was born early, is now healthy, talking, laughing, can't walk, loves people, and is just like any other person but special. Even to this day the doctors don't believe that my brother will live long, but i believe in him and i have faith.
My dad wasn't happy about my brother he wanted him dead but since my mom wouldn't sign the paper he had no say, and i am so glad she didn't sign it.

Growing up to 7

Growing up with my dad was the hardest thing, all he ever did was abuse me mentally, physically, and emotionally. To be honest there is not one good memory about him at all. Its not right for a kid to grow up being abused by their parents, just know that if you went through what i went through your not alone and it wasn't your fault. He used to be so frustrated with me, he would yell at me if i dropped something by accident, if i dropped my lollipop on the floor he would hit me, when i was three years old he hit me for peeing on my underwear which wasn't even fair because i wasn't even potty trained yet, he refused to let my mom teach me, eventually i learned.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.01.2012

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