Hmmm, where do I even start? I guess I’ll start with my childhood. It was nothing great. I was severe abused; mentally, emotionally, and physically. I was starved, being locked in my room for days and when I was at my weakest point beaten for the littlest things. The parent held responsible? My father.
My parents were still together at the time, my mother was just working constantly. Though, whenever I would tell my mom about the severe abuse, she would just confront my father about it. Which lead to more disciplined as soon as my mom left for work.
Going into fifth grade, I […]