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I will start this by saying I dont need your sympathy for this...I have come to terms with what it is.

What I need from you, because you all for the most part are decent people....real people that on voat helped me, and maybe you can now.

So some you know from my past submissions of voat (adhdferret and later AR47) that i had a less than best childhood. Was beaten for al.ost a decade of myife when it began, and then some more by others.

Just what it was, and my mother and step father were the ones that did this. There is documentation of it in court records when I was a ward of the state after the last beating that almost killed me.

If you need accounts of this I can relay them to you in comments but I will warn you it is going to be hard to read.

Today....she contacts me out of the blue telling me she has cancer and needs her affairs in order to make her will and she needs my contact info.

Keep in mind she has never done a thing for me save giving me birth, but for that I have been her punching bag....lied to when there is documentation of the opposite.

I told her no....I don't want anything from her. Gone this long without it, and I dont need it now. Asssume her role for what she has left and know that she is absolved from the burden of my well being.

Then it starts.....the psychopath in her gets to working. Dismissive of all things.....saying that everyone else made shit up, and she was a good mother.

The court, my father, and that she was forced to give me up....i.linked the court case as I have it scanned and saved....she says that isn't it.

It is all made up.....that it is my fault I believed all those lies about her.

Well last time she did see me was when I allowed her to hold my son and I got a picture of it, before she attacked my wife and I broke off all contact.

I told her that if she does indeed believe in God then he will have the decision to forgive her and in so she can do it herself as well.

I did long ago, and didn't want anything from her, but what she could have given me....a mother.

When she does pass I will mourn her, and I am going to frame that picture of her and her grandson to place on her stone.

Because I don't need to remember bad of a dead person...just for what she was that moment...what she did that day.

Then she said I won't get a fucking thing from her ever.....people I cried and I dont do that....not from emotional shit.

I bottle it up like a man does.....but I told her to just leave and take all that with her, as I didn't need her then, and I dont later.

I burned a bridge. Fueled by my own tears, my own feelings and made the decision for my son along with it, which as a father I vowed not to do.....I don't see any other way to protect him from what she really is.

So hopefully I did right....I don't know, but its done now.

Thank you for reading this, and I value your input on this either way.

I will start this by saying I dont need your sympathy for this...I have come to terms with what it is. What I need from you, because you all for the most part are decent people....real people that on voat helped me, and maybe you can now. So some you know from my past submissions of voat (adhdferret and later AR47) that i had a less than best childhood. Was beaten for al.ost a decade of myife when it began, and then some more by others. Just what it was, and my mother and step father were the ones that did this. There is documentation of it in court records when I was a ward of the state after the last beating that almost killed me. If you need accounts of this I can relay them to you in comments but I will warn you it is going to be hard to read. Today....she contacts me out of the blue telling me she has cancer and needs her affairs in order to make her will and she needs my contact info. Keep in mind she has never done a thing for me save giving me birth, but for that I have been her punching bag....lied to when there is documentation of the opposite. I told her no....I don't want anything from her. Gone this long without it, and I dont need it now. Asssume her role for what she has left and know that she is absolved from the burden of my well being. Then it starts.....the psychopath in her gets to working. Dismissive of all things.....saying that everyone else made shit up, and she was a good mother. The court, my father, and that she was forced to give me up....i.linked the court case as I have it scanned and saved....she says that isn't it. It is all made up.....that it is my fault I believed all those lies about her. Well last time she did see me was when I allowed her to hold my son and I got a picture of it, before she attacked my wife and I broke off all contact. I told her that if she does indeed believe in God then he will have the decision to forgive her and in so she can do it herself as well. I did long ago, and didn't want anything from her, but what she could have given me....a mother. When she does pass I will mourn her, and I am going to frame that picture of her and her grandson to place on her stone. Because I don't need to remember bad of a dead person...just for what she was that moment...what she did that day. Then she said I won't get a fucking thing from her ever.....people I cried and I dont do that....not from emotional shit. I bottle it up like a man does.....but I told her to just leave and take all that with her, as I didn't need her then, and I dont later. I burned a bridge. Fueled by my own tears, my own feelings and made the decision for my son along with it, which as a father I vowed not to do.....I don't see any other way to protect him from what she really is. So hopefully I did right....I don't know, but its done now. Thank you for reading this, and I value your input on this either way.

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[–] [deleted] 3 pts

I will give you a story.

One day when I was still on training wheels for my bicycle my step dad decided that wasn't going to be the way anymore.

So he took them off, but I was still afraid....so he zip tied my hands to the handlebars and lashed a rope from his bike to mine.

Then off we went down the dirt road we lived on....I was up for a time, and then I wasn't, but he dragged me for a long while on my face because my hands were lashed to the handle bars.

My mother quickly got me as neighbors could see me, and she rushed me inside....I had gravel embedded in my face.

She was picking it out with her tweezers and every time I flinched she hit me in the head with the curling iron....after I couldn't stop moving away she dumped 2 bottles of rubbing alcohol on my head and walked away.

I still have the scars in my forehead from that.

[–] 1 pt

Madness. Absolute madness. I'm sorry to hear that.

[–] [deleted] 2 pts

Another one...my last time I was in her care.

Was watching Saturday morning cartoons eating my captian crunch....think it was transformers.

My half bother came in and was fucking with me, and I put up with it...until I didn't anymore.

I was older than him and rolled him on his back and held his arms down...was tapping him in the forehead over and over again.

He was screaming and mommy dearest came in and said I was trying to kill him. Step dad came in after a minute and pitched me through the wall....past the drywall and into the next room.

I got up and was done with it all. I knew there was nothing I could do at that point, but I wasn't going to fear him anymore.

He saw that in my eyes, and he didn't like it. So he grabbed me and put my over his lap, but I didn't scream and I didn't fight.

That is what he wanted and I wanted it to end. I remember just wanting to die...it was the only way it would end for me I thought.

The first hit with his belt buckle felt like fire....it was the base of my neck, the second was middle, and I remember that feeling of those first two.

Then I just gave in.....it stopped hurting and I remember looking at the outlet on the wall.

I remember looking at it until I couldn't focus on it anymore and then I got scared. The world was shaking and I didn't know why.

I woke up in a hospital bed a week later.

He hit me 27 times with that buckle and I had a seizure....after he was done and I wasn't responsive I was tossed out the window like trash.

A neighbor saw me by the trashcan bleeding from my ears and called 911 when she got home from work at 7pm.....

I will never be afraid and give up again in my life.

[–] 0 pt

Jesus... I hope you get to live a long and happy life with your family.

Have you gotten any help dealing with this stuff?

[–] 0 pt

Yeah, she needs killed. My mom was an abusive cunt, but not that bad, and she knows to never darken my door. She is scared to fucking death of me, and that makes me feel good.

I have killed enough people thus far in my life. I am not doing it anymore....I hope.

Plus her suffering is her payment.