Submitted by
HopeFilled on Thu, 05/19/2011
The scars of having a mother who hated her children have been very slow in healing. Some of them were so deep I didn't understand them. I didn't know that my way of coping was to hide, to work very hard to keep things calm all the time, to keep a low profile as much as possible to avoid her wrath. She was insane, vicious, and overpowering, but never in public. No one knew the truth so we kids didn't have anyone on our side. It was a very tough life, I can tell you. But there's something inside me that won't let me give up, won't let me give in.