Abuse

it's hard writing this part it's hard even thinking about this part in my life it's hard living when I think about what I went through. but the hardest part? is that it won't ever go away. I have nightmares. about being slammed into my wall cause I didn't clean my room the way she wanted me to. being thrown down the stairs because I didn't talk quite loud enough for her to hear and then the next day being told that she's "sorry" and "I was drunk I didn't mean to" bullshit being in the 5th and 6th grade and being so naive that i couldn't tell it was abuse until the night I broke my finger my toe my ankle my rib and I had to tell my teacher I was clumsy and fell down the stairs and that's why I was limping that's why I had bruises all over my legs that's why every time someone came to Pat me on the shoulder I'd flinch and I didn't tell a soul that my moms girlfriend was an abusive drunk because I didn't want my mom to lose her love I thought my mom loved her so I kept it all inside i didn't come home right after school id walk around the block until 2 hours had passed and I'd have to go home then I'd go home to a house full of drunken strangers and be told to go to my room and if I came out well there's another broken bone