My story : The parents, the beginning of the abuse.

Here I am in the middle of the night, writing about the abuse I went through with my parents, whom I now only call, Sperm donor for the father and child bearer for the mother. Or from the words of the streets: deadbeat parents, absentee parents, ain't shit parents. But they are not my parents. I would rather be ashamed of myself for making a mistake than having them as parents.

Yes, you do not choose your parents and the family you are born into. And that is exactly why I don't agree with the concept of forgiving or forgetting any kind of abuse your parents put you through. You did not ask to be here in the 1st place so how are you supposed to pay the price of not having the right and good parents? what kind of shitty deal is that? Whether life is not fair by nature or not, this is not whatsoever okay, nor does it even make sense.

But as I am now fully aware of my title of black sheep and villain of my family, I am here to wear this title of what was supposed to be a shame, but that I will make and have made a pride. I am here to tell it all, go to the full extent of addressing it, addressing them. Whether I will be lied on and lied to, made fun of, not believed or trusted by some people who will read this OR NOT, I am telling my story, what I have been through and it is not up for discussion. Only I can tell this story. Only I can speak up for myself and this is what I am doing.

So, I can't tell you that I was not abused when I was little, because I was. The difference was that I was even little (which normally grants me even more protection but no, it did not) I did not know what was abusive or not. And everybody agreed it was just them educating us the way they knew educating a child was. But how were they so wrong, still are and will forever be only if they decide to change which is already too late.

The abuse has caused me a lot of damage, It was physical, mental, psychological and as much important as the rest, it was emotionally abusive.