Growing up around domestic violence
So many woman are standing up, speaking out, and sharing their stories of domestic violence and shedding so much light on it and I thought maybe some people would like to hear the side of a child who grew up in it.
Domestic violence is not as simple as “he hit me so I’m leaving”. It’s not as simple as “my children are in danger so I’m leaving”. It’s just not.
It’s mom crying because dad called her a name again. It’s mom going to the mental hospital because she’s “crazy”. She’s not crazy. Dad just pushed her a little bit too far.
It’s laying up in your bed in the middle of the night terrified because you hear mommy crying because dad won’t stop breaking things and yelling.
It’s mom waking you up in the middle of the night, packing a bag, and going to a friends because dad went too far.
It’s holding your big brothers hand and blaring music so you don’t hear dad yelling anymore.
It’s being scared to leave your mom alone with him.
It’s wondering if moms going to be okay when you get home from school.
It’s mom dropping out of those night classes she was taking, doing what she loved, because dad didn’t like her working with other men.
It’s having to move back in with dad because you and mom couldn’t afford to live on your own.
It’s spending Christmas with your useless toys and your quiet brother because dad passed out drunk before you could open presents.
It’s mom finally leaving.
It’s dad brainwashing your brother.
It’s losing your brother and your dad.
It’s wondering why you don’t fucking hate him for destroying your mom, and you, and your brother.
It’s knowing you have to still love and respect him because “well, he IS still your dad”.
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