I want to tell a part of my life, and I want to know if I’m the only one.
My older sister and I, since we were kids, have seen our mom and dad fight and quarrel. How Dad chokes Mom, beats her. All night long the concert lasts, and in the morning at 7:00 we start getting ready for school. And the whole school day you want to sleep, but you don’t even let on that you have something wrong.
I was 6, my sister was 9, my mom and dad divorced, he rented us an apartment. Then Mom got a man ten years younger than herself. Vitya came to visit us rarely, but we couldn’t stand him and can’t stand him to this day.
I want to note that all this time we adored and loved grandmother (Dad’s mom), supported, gave money (my mom is stingy, at a time when classmates were given 10 hryvnia, my mom gave me 2.50, although the alimony herself earns well) and we loved her very much.
I want to note that all this time we adored and loved grandmother (Dad’s mom), supported, gave money (my mom is stingy, at a time when classmates were given 10 hryvnia, my mom gave me 2.50, although the alimony herself earns well) and we loved her very much.
Three years later, my mom started steadily bringing a 26-year-old hack to our one-room apartment (I was 9, my sister was 12). My mother cried about being alone, and we didn’t say anything. We fought with him a hundred times, and she always took his side (even though he kicked us out and called us skanks), and then she pressured me and my sister to get married soon and leave her.
Grandma died when I was 15 years old. And that was it, my mother did not communicate with me, it was difficult for me at that age, I fought and even fought with my classmates, and I wanted so much that my mother would at least ask: “How are you? What are you? Are you okay, daughter?” But I didn’t wait for that.
I found an outlet – a guy who was two years older than me. He was okay at first, but as it turned out, not for long. At 16 and a half, I got pregnant. My mom, when she found out, sent me to an induced delivery, even when she was told that I couldn’t have children after that. I ran away, my sister supported me, I gave birth, my mom didn’t help once.
Now my baby is 9 months old, my mom has never babysat my daughter – she’s in her 40s, her husband is a total freak, so is his in-laws. The only hope is that my sister will come from abroad, there will be at least some support.
But how I wanted my mother’s affection and
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