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Weird childhood

When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
 
When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
What did your mum look like? Was she hot?
 
When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
Nice story but please write more carefully I could barely understand it.
 
I just wonder back and think why did my mom let it happen? Like they were rich. We lived in a beautiful home they both got a new car every 4 years. But I never got anything but clothes just so they wouldn’t look bad. There’s plenty more I just don’t wanna say. I’ve just never understood why.
Sometimes some people are just bad news mate. This is why they were the way they were. We will never understand the abusive behavior in details. Theories are they themselves were abused they had mental conditions like anti social personality disorder narcissism etc...

You have been and are lucky indeed. Most domestic abuse keeps on escalating. Could have been worse. This is no golden answer but we don't have much in hand to diagnose the psychological and psychiatric issues they had. Abuse is never a healthy behavior.
 
If you really want to get to grips with your childhood, deal with the shit it undoubtedly left in your emotional mind and understand what drove your mum to behave the way she did get yourself a copy of Healing the Shame That Binds You by John Bradshaw. Absolutely amazing!

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But getting it out and sharing with like-minded people (like you’ve done in this thread) helps. So much respect to you for being vulnerable which in turn shows your courage!
 
If you really want to get to grips with your childhood, deal with the shit it undoubtedly left in your emotional mind and understand what drove your mum to behave the way she did get yourself a copy of Healing the Shame That Binds You by John Bradshaw. Absolutely amazing!

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But getting it out and sharing with like-minded people (like you’ve done in this thread) helps. So much respect to you for being vulnerable which in turn shows your courage!
And strength.
 
What's that saying, You don't know what struggle someone has been through, don't be so quick to judge. Something like that. I'm trying. Short tempered and impatient, but I'm trying.
 
i think a few people here grew up harsh that's why we are how we are lol my mom's ex boyfriend was a dick i planned to poison his spice with raid but i moved away instead now he's homeless and an addict and i laugh everytime! GREAT SUCCESS
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When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
Well i hope you've healed from the pain. My childhood wasn't that good either but when we turn into adults we've gotta let the past go and do better by our kids and our friends and families and communities. No body said life was fair. We've just gotta do what we know is right and live the best life we can.
Once I got big enough and I felt like the bull in this family that punk would have his hands more than full. I would.make him feel fear when my name is spoken and I would not let up till his dying breath.
What if you couldn't beat him and he whooped your ass? Some people can fight Damn good. I've lost my fair share against older folks.
 
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I can't speak for everyone on this site, but I also had a fucked up childhood. You could have gotten him locked up for abusing you.

If we got an accurate data collection I suspect our GG community as a significantly higher proportion of people with childhood trauma, neurodiversity and generally not fitting in with the fucking boring ‘normal’ people compared to the fucking boring ‘normal’ population.

I’m here as gore has always helped me feel stimulated and get to grips with my emotions (which helps at work as I have to deal with some horrific emotionally taxing shit as a doctor/ GP). I’m also a creation of my childhood, 6-week inpatient rehab last year for opiate addiction (like 300 doses of oxycodone a day), diagnosed ADHD this year too. So totally nuts!

It’s also brilliant being able to express a dark sense of humour on here and be able to be yourself.

So on that note. I wish to extend a metaphorical digital hand shake towards you, apologise for taking the piss, thank you for the ‘confessions of Flatus’ thread as it made me laugh and say hello properly.

😎
 
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