Ah yes, I remember.
“They’ll be here any minute, hurry up and clean yourself up so it doesn’t look like you were crying or you’ll get your ass busted again”
While swatting the wire coat hanger in her hand that she had just used to viscously beat my ass with because I got grass stains on my jeans before the family Easter dinner.
Those are memories alright.Man I feel sorry for everyone that’s been abused. Our generation at least won’t be beating their kids
(As much)
Cause we can’t justify bringing kids into this world? That’s where I am at.
I’m not having kids, it’s the only way I can be sure the cycle will be broken.
Besides it feels cruel to bring life into this world when we’re on the verge of a climate catastrophe that will almost certainly result in war on a scale we’ve never seen before in the next few decades when any children born today will be prime drafting age.Completely agree. Same view.
This is why my husband and I plan to abopt. We don’t want to bring a child onto this world, but we can sure help a child that’s already here!
I felt really sad when someone I knew started to have extremist opinions and was talking about how it was ok to beat kids. His reasoning? He was beaten. “And I turned out fine” he reasoned. No you didnt you want to beat children!
Me when commit tax fraud vs me when talk to police
This hits so close to home. Nobody believes my mom abused me because she’s so charismatic and does great deeds for other people. She blames her years of unknown epilepsy. I don’t. I’m trying to make the best of our relationship now that she knows she can’t do anything to me anymore. I have my own place. If she starts shit while I’m visiting, I can just leave. If she gives me shit through text, I’ll just ignore it. She’s much more pleasant now, but I’ll never forgive her actions. You can all probably tell how fucking complicated my relationship is with her pol
