I am going to try and be as unbiased as possible. I know that my parents would not have tried so hard to keep me in line if they didnt care, but they hurt me on a level that we do not even have a normal relationship and I definitely don't have a normal lifestyle now. I am 19 with a 7 month old and living with my AMAZING boyfriend and his AMAZINGLY tolerant parents.


When I was young they would make me pull my pants down to spank me and it would bruise me.
They would take everything out of my room except for a desk and a chair and make me sit there until bed time and not get up unless I had to use the bathroom. I wasn't allowed to sleep or do anything or even write lines.

They would ground me sometimes for up to an entire year, so that I wouldn't be able to have any social interaction except for at school. No computer, no family events, and no phone. No going off. This was until I was almost 16. 3 months if I was lucky.

My mom started slapping me when I was 13 in the face. She called me an problem when I was 13 also. When I would try to express my feelings they said I was playing mind games with them.

One time my stepdad pulled me by my hair and screamed at me and hit me for something he already punished me for, but he waited until my mom was out of town. When i told a counselor, he told everyone I lied and I viewed the situation wrong because I was scared. I got yelled at by everyone in my family and they have since thought I was a liar.

When I started dating my current boyfriend when I was 15, my mom slapped me in the face while doing the dishes. We got into an argument about it beforehand. I was doing them wrong according to her and she slapped me, I instantly pushed her as a reaction and yelled "Stop hitting me!" and she jumped on top of me and hit my face over and over. The bridge of my nose where my glasses were was bruised, my glasses broke, I had a black eye, and a cut above my lip from her engagement ring. I was so scared I peed my pants. At 15. She started crying and she tried to hug me and say she was sorry, but I left and didn't come back for 3 days saying I was spending the night at a friends house. I was, but she didn't call for 3 days for me to come home.

One day my sister sprayed lysol in her room and my mom flipped out. When she asked her why she did it, she said "I didn't" and my mom threw her against the door, and banged her head into it as she was yelling at her. I stood up and scream/growled at her to never touch my sister again or I would call defax and get all of her kids taken away. I have another sister and a brother.

One day I brought home a progress report with a 90- something in one of my classes and I got no reaction. I asked her if she would like me to start failing again, and she slapped me so hard my eardrum popped and I couldnt hear right from that ear for days. When she did it, I screamed at her and told her if she ever touched me again I was calling the police. Her and my stepdad laughed at me and told me I wasn't abused, I was just a drama queen.

One night I was having a mature convo with my stepdad in the living room. I began debating with him and I got a little offensive. He ordered me to go to my room, and I felt embarrassed so I said no, and went outside. I was 17. He picked me up from outside and made me sit in my room. I was humiliated and disgusted with them.

One day I got in a fight with my boyfriend and we almost broke up. The next day I couldnt stop crying and called her from school and told her I couldn't be in school, I was too upset. She asked me why, and I told her I didn't know. I didn't want to tell her about David, because I didn't want her to know our issues. She took me out to lunch then drove me to a mental facility, where she told a psychologist that I used to cut myself (I never did) and that I threatened to kill my brother. ("If you don't stop unplugging the phone I'm going to kill you!")

I was in a mental hospital for 4 days on an anti depressant that I refused to take. 1 month later I found out I was pregnant, and left.
I love my mother. She has had many good moments with me and many bad moments. Now that I am out of the house she seems to be doing well with my siblings. Either way, I don't know how to confront her about the pain she's caused me without starting a fight. Things are going very good right now. I don't know what to do