This is a story about a battered woman.
Anyways..back to my story., At 10 years old My mom kicked Dad out and divorced him for running the bars and not coming home and having girlfriends and all that stuff. She was very hurt..I think in her pain she thought She could take care of us alone.But it was not so easy then., and we never had the life we could had had with a father with a good job. And their was never a day I did not miss my father., and..I always dreamed of him., in my dreams all was as it should be..My father came to see us and was always with us., and we got gifts at Christmas and birthdays and was happy. But in real life..We usually got nothing for Christmas and looked in Windows at others having a nice Christmas. I took care of my family at 10 years old and we never saw are Dad., for he only took care of his new family and we never matter again. So..it seemed..We went days with no food and was always treated bad in school and called names. because we had no shoes to wear and are cloths felt apart. We never had school lunchs until they became free. I passed out in school from having nothing to eat for days.I cleaned are houses and apt’s and I paid bills and worked at 10 years old and became very stressed out and lonely..life was very hard for us and I was so stressed out I stutter.And became very shy and withdrawn. And I had to take class’s to learn to talk and still to this day, at age 52, I still can not talk right. Some words I just can not say and still stutter sometimes and am still very shy.
Now the bad thing was..by the time I met my kids Dad I felt very sad and lonely. I felt like no one cared for me and he had no trouble showing he did. So..if you don’t want your kids to take abuse..!! Maybe..one key is show them that you love + care for them. For if you don’t..!! You can bet someone will..!!
My kids dad made me feel loved and cared for..He always wrote me poetry telling me this. His poetry alone made me fall in love with him. My kids Dad was very charming. Making me feel I was really something at times. But..I was a very sad little girl and felt very much alone in the world. In fact, to this day I can not still being alone…
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