I hated my life
I was three years old when my mom met this guy. For the first couple of years he was good. Then going on into the third and fourth year with my mom he started abusing her. I was yet a child and didnt understand why. I never asked my mom because I was too afraid of him.
As I was growing up, living in the house with him and my mother he constantly abused her. I was seven when I found out that he was taking drugs. I tried to ignore him as much as I could. I felt like I had nobody except for my younger sister. He forced my mom to do drugs with him and she did it because she was afraid he would beat her. I didnt like the idea at all.
The entire nine years that my mother was with him, he beat her every other day of his life. I hated it so much I was thinking of killing myself because I couldnt take it anymore. I was so mad at myself because I couldnt help my mom. I have build up so much hatred because of this guy.
One day, help came on its way and blessed me, my mom, my sister and my two half siblings from him. He got arrested for a warrant. He was put away for three months. My mom went to visit him once and she wanted me to come along but I didnt go because I just couldnt stand him already.
While he was in there, my aunty started taking my mom out. My mom met a new guy that treated her right. We moved out of the r****d's house and into a new place that I felt happy again. Life was so hard because of that guy. Up until now I am so disgusted with that guy, I hate him so d**n much. I wish he burns in h**l and stays there forever.
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