City Girl
A man was abusing his dog so I stole the dog, got arrested and fought a legal battle, and now every night when the dog jumps in bed with me I know it was worth it.
A man was abusing his dog so I stole the dog, got arrested and fought a legal battle, and now every night when the dog jumps in bed with me I know it was worth it.
The day I finally stopped drinking was when my son showed me the bruises I never knew I gave him.
No one would have guessed that the knife they used to cut the wedding cake would be exhibit C in the trail just 10 months later.
Five years later, I still have a scar of my husband's entire dental impression from when he bit my abdomen.
May my dearest sister rot in hell for what she did to a 3-year-old boy.
I stopped having bruises on my body once I hit my father back in the face.
At the age of 12 after a night of particularly heavy discipline, I screamed at my mother that I had called the cops and she told me she might have breast cancer.
I said no, and he didn't stop, so I let him do it anyway so he wouldn't get even more aggressive.
Watching my grandfather play with my little cousins, I wondered if my aunt knew that he had molested my mother and their other sister.
The past seven days have included alcohol poisoning, acquaintance rape, isolation from my friends, confessions to me about childhood abuse, and lots of cereal for dinner.
As my lovebird fluttered and died in my hands, my mother promptly announced, "It was your fault."
The three of us laughed together for nearly an hour in a conversation begun by the phrase "Dad got transferred to a mental ward!"
I think what bothers me the most is that my mother pretends not to understand why I will never leave my children alone at their house.
I think I will throw up if Facebook doesn't stop suggesting that I friend the teenage boy who rubbed his penis on my 6 year old daughter.
Fear and heartbreak clutched at me as they tightened the handcuffs on my wrists and took my baby girl away - because I'd been responsible enough to bring her to the hospital.
That at fourteen she's still afraid of thunderstorms is sad, but the reason why is sadder.
For Christmas my husband gave me a broken jaw, bruises and a new life as a single mother.
I never really believed my mom's stories of how abusive her childhood was until two days ago when my grandmother pulled me aside and quietly informed me that she wished she had never ever adopted that nasty little irish girl.
The day he beat me into unconsciousness was the day I learned to lie to my mom.
I still have the two huge dictionaries that my mother beat me with as a child.
I tried to tell the policeman on the phone that I could hear my neighbour's daughter screaming as her mother beat her, but all he did was tell me to work on my Japanese and hang up.
He sent her a dozen roses on Valentine's Day after five years of silence as if it would erase all the bruises he made on her now fourteen-year-old daughter.
I haven't seen my abusive brother since I was 10 and he just found me on myspace.
I was 14 when I grasped my fathers lifeless hand and realized I didn't hate him after all.
I was 3 and then I was 10 and now I'm 19 and more lost than I ever imagined I could be.
I didn't want to let him go so badly that I told him this could be 'just a sex thing', something I regretted in the morning when I woke up alone with a pounding head and a black eye.
I realize now that his being a passionate person is no excuse for him trying to choke me to death when he found out i was pregnant.
I look at the food longingly as my stomach grumbles, knowing that he's controlled me for so long that the only thing I have control over in my life is the food I put into my mouth.
I finally realized I had to leave when he admitted he threw our four year old across the room after he had finished the fifth of whiskey.
I had an affair with my junior high school teacher and after that I was celibate for almost 30 years.
She too had been sexually assaulted by a five year older brother at the age of nine, and suddenly, I had found a sister in life.
How fitting it was that my best friend's abusive husband died a painful death from melanoma of the rectum.
Today I am safe and surviving but I was born to a hateful, abusive family and the end result left me fractured as a multiple.
I knew as I walked out, you'd make sure your brother and sister were safe, but I never expected you to survive your childhood.