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I'm seventeen years old and I currently live with my girlfriend. About a year ago I was taken away from my mother. As you can see, my mother was a twisted, wretched woman who enjoyed the psychological and physical pain of others. My father died in a car crash when I was thirteen. After my father's death, my mother went into a destructive downward spiral.
My mother became increasingly hostile towards me and my only companion, my puppy, Cooper. She started beating Cooper for no reason at all. Cooper was everything to me. I had only had him for a little while, but we still became fast friends. Meanwhile, my mother began to scream at me for no real reason. No matter what I did, she found an excuse to punish me.
As the days wore on, my mother became more and more abusive. Soon, there was no happiness left in my life. My mother pulled me out of school so she could have a tighter reign over my life. I was miserable. The only ray of hope I had left was my dog Cooper. My mother started using drugs. It started with pot, but heroin quickly became part of the picture. I can remember many times watching my mother get high.
While she was high, she was the most abusive. She soon started to beat me as well. It was the most horrible part of my life when she first started to physically abuse me. My mother began to feed me less and less. By the time I was 15, I was barely eating enough to survive. I was reduced to eating rotting food from the trash, much to her sick amusement. Cooper became skin and bones, and could barely walk due to malnutrition. Still, he was my only companion in this dark time. I don't know how I would have survived without him in the beginning.
The day after my fifteenth birthday, as I was going down the stairs, I tripped and fell down. This caused me to break my leg. Instead of bringing me to the hospital, my mother just made a primitive brace for my leg, gave me some aspirin and sent me to my room. I cried for days out of pure pain, but still my mom did nothing. My leg never fully healed, and I walk with a limp to this day.
I clearly remember one day after finishing my chores, my mother got high on heroin. She stumbled over to me and began screaming at me about how worthless I was and why I should just die. While all of this was happening, I decided that the best thing to do would be to try and escape, so I tried to make a mad dash for the door, but it had only been a few months since I broke my leg. I made it a few feet before I collapsed in pain. My mother calmly came up to me and started to punch me and kick me.
"Obviously, this form of punishment isn't quite working," my mother calmly sneered. She then snatched a steak knife from the nearby kitchen counter and grabbed Cooper, who was whimpering near me, trying to comfort me. He rammed the steak knife into Cooper's rib cage. He howled in pain while my mother cackled madly at her feat. My mother then threw poor Cooper at me with a horrible grin on her face. My only companion in the whole world was covered in blood. It was the saddest moment of my entire life. I could tell that Cooper was dying. I wasn't allowed to bring him to the vet, so I stroked him as tears welled in my eyes. Cooper died an hour later in my arms. My last ray of hope had disappeared.
About a month after the incident, a police officer came to our door. We didn't know why he was there, but a few months ago I found out that my neighbor had suspected child abuse due to my screams and her harsh commands being heard. The police officer asked me and my mother some questions and walked away. My mother suspected I had something to do with this, so she pounded me repeatedly in the chest and enjoyed it. The bruises would last for months.
The next day, the same police officer arrived again. This time he was there to take me away. That moment was probably the best day of my life. My mother pleaded to keep me, saying that it was all a big misunderstanding, that I was always clumsy and that I got the bruises from falling down. For the first time in my life I summoned up the courage to stand up for myself. I told the police officer all the horrible, evil things she did to me. The police officer was so horrified that he handcuffed my mother and drove us both away.
Because of the extreme circumstances, the court declared me a legal adult. My mother is in jail for ten years (not long enough). I currently live with my girlfriend, who I met about six months ago. Besides Cooper, she is the only person who really cares about me.
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Junior did you not hit hit puberty until late teens or something? I tell you what when I was 13 my mom could not abuse me ofc I hit puberty at age 11
ReplyDude, be nice! That poor lad had gone through enough without any weird comments of yours about puberty. Shame on you!
OP, I'm sorry you had to go through that and I'm glad you were able to get out of that abusive situation. I'm also glad you have a loving girlfriend who appears to support you through thick and thin.
Reply"Junior did you not hit hit puberty until late teens or something? I tell you what when I was 13 my mom could not abuse me ofc I hit puberty at age 11"
That's the most ignorant thing you've ever said! With all due respect, the OP's mother started abusing him after his father died in a car accident. Have a heart! With this disgusting puberty remark of yours, your ignorance is definitely showing...
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