Well I normally don’t rant, this is great though. When I was young, as in 4-9, I started seeing what was going on. My mother always hit me, and I would just excuse it with, “well she is Hispanic”. Anyways she always hit me when things didn’t go right, one day I was a loudmouth and told the teachers, showed them the marks too. They called cps on my mom and I almost got taken away. Thing is, I did get taken away. My mom tried to commit suicide, I found her on the floor crawling towards me at age 6. I helped her get up and put her on the bed . I was sobbing and told asked her what the hell she was doing. I ran outside and went to my uncles house who was across the street. He put her in a mental hospital, they send me into foster care. Their names was Rosario and Edwin, kindest people ever. 4 months go and my biological father came out of no where and took me in. My mom got out of the mental hospital and fought for me. She found happiness again, she met this man, tall, blue eyed, I saw that she scored herself a good guy, or so I thought. They got married and he started becoming abusive, always hit me when he got the chance, my mom even knew and I still hold rage to this day for her not doing anything, they always made me suppress my emotions and that’s how I got explosive anger issues. I learned to defend myself, and they get mad that I dare “talk back” or “hit back”. Like dude you are hitting me first. My stepdad is kinder, coolest guy ever. We all changed, but my past is always haunting me.
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i know there’s no way i can understand what youre going through, but if you need someone to talk too feel free to reach out:)