My child hood disaster happened and has not been forgotten despite me now being a much older man in life and their never will be any methods of revenge on my behalf
I have learned to control my anger when thoughts got in the way and i allow time to distract the concentration of child neglect and all forms of abuse
The night mare started not long after my mother age 28 died in a single car crash during the winter of 1968 and i was only 8 years old when i recieved the news from law enforcement
My father worked two jobs and had four children so he placed an advertisement in the local paper for a live in baby sitter and it wasnt long until we were introduced to this strange woman
This woman saw a chance to make good with our father so the plan was to run us kids away as soon as possible and that would be helped by some good old fashion abuse and neglect
Another thought was perhaps she was not ready to baby sit four kids everyday while she also lived their and my guess is both things already mentioned was the reasoning
We were fed half cooked food soaked with bullian cubes and and this menu of the same food prepared with a good helping of bullian cubes was way to often
No matter the weather outside we were left to deal with the elements until almost dark and this meant rain snow or come what may
She tore apart anything i tried to have as a kid and this included record player and record albums
The tree switch slapped across our legs many times with a violent behavior attached with it or slapped by the force of a hand
This step mother was evil and uncaring to say it in a nice way and because our father had bedtime stories to tell if he wanted to did nothing about the abuse
My father was a uncaring person towards his children and as the story goes chose the baby sitter over his own kids
If i said i didnt hate the man my father was it would be a straight up lie and when he died a couple years ago their was no reason for me to attend the funeral
I ran away from home at the age of 14 and never went back but before i did the wicked witch was ready to catch both my sisters wearing shorts and wail on them legs with a switch and i grabbed that switch out of her hands and told her if she ever touched my sisters again i would crawl her ass
It was misery for about 5 years or so after my mother died and i guess it was a good thing i left the abuse behind because i had grown tired od it and it clearly showed
After i ran away from home it was tough trying to survive and learning to steal was the only option since their was no money in the pockets
I took my little hand held built in speaker radio with me for company and under the stars listen to baseball games
My life never was right after the terrable start i got as a youngster because nothing good seen to last forever
After my father passed on she got the brick house and widows pension probably but noone would have her as a soul mate so their she is alone now im guessing and the clock ticks on her with memories of yesterday
If she dies i dont need to know because it didnt happen soon enough
She knows my feelings without ever needing to ask me
abusing children has no excuse to hide behind
Forgiveness is not an option at my age and to my grave i will take these memories
If i saw a rope around her neck i would not ask for the rope to be cut
I have had to live with these abusive memories and to think after all these years shes deserving of anything is like piss trying to taste like water
Yes theirs hate for the ruins of my yesterdays
This is the end of this story for it has now been written
the truth sets me free.
I have learned to control my anger when thoughts got in the way and i allow time to distract the concentration of child neglect and all forms of abuse
The night mare started not long after my mother age 28 died in a single car crash during the winter of 1968 and i was only 8 years old when i recieved the news from law enforcement
My father worked two jobs and had four children so he placed an advertisement in the local paper for a live in baby sitter and it wasnt long until we were introduced to this strange woman
This woman saw a chance to make good with our father so the plan was to run us kids away as soon as possible and that would be helped by some good old fashion abuse and neglect
Another thought was perhaps she was not ready to baby sit four kids everyday while she also lived their and my guess is both things already mentioned was the reasoning
We were fed half cooked food soaked with bullian cubes and and this menu of the same food prepared with a good helping of bullian cubes was way to often
No matter the weather outside we were left to deal with the elements until almost dark and this meant rain snow or come what may
She tore apart anything i tried to have as a kid and this included record player and record albums
The tree switch slapped across our legs many times with a violent behavior attached with it or slapped by the force of a hand
This step mother was evil and uncaring to say it in a nice way and because our father had bedtime stories to tell if he wanted to did nothing about the abuse
My father was a uncaring person towards his children and as the story goes chose the baby sitter over his own kids
If i said i didnt hate the man my father was it would be a straight up lie and when he died a couple years ago their was no reason for me to attend the funeral
I ran away from home at the age of 14 and never went back but before i did the wicked witch was ready to catch both my sisters wearing shorts and wail on them legs with a switch and i grabbed that switch out of her hands and told her if she ever touched my sisters again i would crawl her ass
It was misery for about 5 years or so after my mother died and i guess it was a good thing i left the abuse behind because i had grown tired od it and it clearly showed
After i ran away from home it was tough trying to survive and learning to steal was the only option since their was no money in the pockets
I took my little hand held built in speaker radio with me for company and under the stars listen to baseball games
My life never was right after the terrable start i got as a youngster because nothing good seen to last forever
After my father passed on she got the brick house and widows pension probably but noone would have her as a soul mate so their she is alone now im guessing and the clock ticks on her with memories of yesterday
If she dies i dont need to know because it didnt happen soon enough
She knows my feelings without ever needing to ask me
abusing children has no excuse to hide behind
Forgiveness is not an option at my age and to my grave i will take these memories
If i saw a rope around her neck i would not ask for the rope to be cut
I have had to live with these abusive memories and to think after all these years shes deserving of anything is like piss trying to taste like water
Yes theirs hate for the ruins of my yesterdays
This is the end of this story for it has now been written
the truth sets me free.