
I still don’t think he loves me.
He doesn’t even know my birthday.
You just feel empty. You grow up feeling like you don’t know what to do in any situation. You’re always second-guessing yourself. And you’re always looking for love. But who’s there to give it to you? No one is! And those who are there are telling you that you’re worthless.
who are there are telling you that you’re worthless. My dad used to hit us, and he beat my mom. That’s all you see and that’s all you know, growing up in an alcoholic home. And what you hear is the yelling! Even to this day my dad can’t talk to mom; he has to yell at her.
I remember when my mom was four or five months pregnant with my little sister. My dad dragged her down the stairs.
I still think of things like that…