My Life Is Full Of Shame! F21

The Story

I am ashamed of myself and my family! I do not know what to do. I just want to pour everything in the hope of feeling better. My father is an alcoholic. My earliest memories with him are of coming home drunk every night and beating my mother. He threw pots of pots across the terrace, broke the windows of the studio with tables, chairs, and beat his mother. She wore dark glasses all the time to keep out the bruises. I remember trembling when I heard the door unlock, and sometimes I pretended to be asleep and roared secretly under the covers as he knocked on it. I was afraid that if he saw that I was not sleeping, he would hit me too. I remember him lifting me high and throwing me into bed to stop crying and screaming. I remember one night my mother took me to a stranger and they slept on the bed, and I went to the bedroom in two chairs - gathered next to each other. When I was 7, ours divorced. Since we had nowhere else to live, we moved in with my grandmother. And she is a poor woman. Days before the first day of school, my mother went abroad. It was very hard for me without her and I cried a lot. Everything was fine with my grandmother and I was growing up. My mother was gone, my father was not looking for me. My grandmother and uncle and I lived together, and my mother sent money and gifts for me. Then I was somewhere around 13. I started to notice that various things were disappearing from home - clothes, food, toys, but one day they had left me for Saturday and Sunday alone with my uncle. He lingered in the toilet, and when he came out of it I found drops of blood on the toilet bowl, spoon, needle, limontozu and burnt matches. I asked him what it was, and he said he wanted to inflate a ball. I got scared and ran outside and didn't come home until evening. I understood why things were disappearing and that he was a drug addict. During this time, the mother had bought an apartment, but no one lived in it. After this incident, she came and gave me a key, saying that I was already big and if I wanted to be safe I would have to live alone. So I lived alone in the apartment. He sent me money every month and I distributed it for the month. At 13, I was already working as a waitress. I was very curvy. I didn't have many friends and all my children made fun of me for my crooked teeth. So I stopped going to school so they wouldn't make fun of me. I stayed for exams and was expelled for absences. I went to school to enroll to study and they saw me and said that I was very young and could not do without a parent. One principal agreed to enroll me, as the application was on behalf of my mother, and she was abroad. Then somewhere I realized that a mother abroad is a prostitute. I can't accept it yet. So I continued to study and work. My mother wanted me to go to her in Germany and I to become like her, but I didn't want to. After 8th grade I went to distance learning. At 15 I had a friend from another city - he was 18. Three months later I lived with him. I wanted to get rid of both my parents. I told him my story and he couldn't accept what my mother was doing and kept telling me that I would become like her. He and his mother did not get along, because one night she packed my luggage and threw it on the stairs, just like me, and told me that if I didn't want to become a prostitute, I should go to the tramp. I called him at three in the morning and went to them and told him everything. He hated her, I didn't - because she's my mother (despite everything). They had only alcoholics, and later he became one. I also looked after his brother's baby for 2 years. , I learned to cook, to clean, I washed by hand, I even learned to dig. We spent 1 year with him in a dormitory and returned to them again. We both worked, my mother also helped me. My man stopped working and started harassing me, I caught him cheating on me and after 3, 5 years we broke up. He took it very hard - it's been 3 years since then, and he still loves me and I know it. I remember how we both cried when we broke up and how he had slept for 2 days at the door, but just his mother would never approve of him, and he would never approve of him, and that weighs, believe me. I have been very divided during these years and it is very difficult to love them both and hate them. I broke up with him and caught up with a 45-year-old man who had a girlfriend. I became his mistress. In the third month, he broke up with his because of their problems and asked us to live together. He gave me a lot of peace. He showed me what respect and tenderness are. I can't twist my soul. To him I was like a princess, and to me like a man a dream. I felt like Cinderella. I learned from him what a compliment and a kind word meant. We have been together for three years. I live with them, he also has a child who accepts me well. I have a job, I am currently finishing 12th grade and I intend to apply further. It's just that time passes. I am currently 21, he is 48. I am used to him, I miss him when he is not with me, I am happy with him, but lately he has changed his attitude towards me. She is no longer the same and I found out that she has a mistress - an old friend. I dare not show him that I know. I'm afraid of what will happen to me. At least now I have a good job and good bosses who let me work for the exams. I really like my job - it's all for me. If I break up with him, I'm going to my city and I'll have to start all over again, and I don't know if I can handle it. I just don't know if I'll find someone to accept me for who I am. To be with me for who I am and not to repel me for my parents. I'm not to blame for that, they're just like that and I've accepted them. Thanks for reading my story. Would you be happy to advise me how to deal with the current one

Last Updated
October 15, 2020
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susan_rey_

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