I think the last time we spoke was roughly a year ago - but I wanted to know if you would still care to talk.
I hardly know you, but I'm going to open up and talk to you about things that I can't trust my own family with.
I come from a family which is now divorced, my Mom and Dad have boyfriends and girlfriends - my parents are straight. They have shown little repspect or care towards me which has really angered me. They treat me like , letting me know I have to babysit four six hours because they want to go out for dinner or something.
After I met my Dads girlfriend for the first time, he told us he and she were going to to rent a house and live together. I was ready to punch him but I've been sucking things up, and it's causing some problems.
It's been said that I have an anger problem, and cannot manage my anger which leads to depression. I don't know if it's true, but I sure am angry as hell most of the time. Because honestly? I cannot say I love my parents. I know most people say these things when they're angry, but I'm serious. They show little repspect, and claim they don't see enough of my. But when I go to one of their houses, I'm put to work and yelled at.
My family, father in particular was very abusive.
The first time I was really abused was when I was four years old.
We were invited to a neighbors party, and I wasn't fully potty-trained. I was at the part when I had an accident. On our way home, my father punched me very hard.
Another time, my parents were in a very large fight. One of the worse. My Dad picked me up and carried me in the garage. They were screaming at each other, my mother demmaning him to put me down. I was either three or four. He finally let me done, and I went with my mother. My Dad drove off.
I was usually grabbed, screamed in the face and thrown to the ground or onto my bed. On a few occaisons I was slapped very hard accross the face by my mother.
One night things were really bad, and I my dad and mom had an enourmous fight. I was probably hit a few times, so my mom, sister and me went into the car and drove away. We talked about never wanting to go back again.
Another thing was when I was eight years old. I'd listen to my parents fight for what seemed like hours. I remember I'd have dreams and think about them killing each other with knives, and walking downstairs seeing blood all over the ground.
So here I am a few years later, and still in bad place. I have been drinking a little, and tried smoking some weird things with a friend. I also remember when I would come home, I'd stand in my kitchen with a large sharp knife on my wrist
I have done too many dumb things, and I needed to talk.
If you do read this - thanks.
Mman aka Prankster