Chapter 1
My mom has three daughters: her baby, her sweetheart, and me–her punching bag|||
While she dotes on my two older sisters, all I’ve ever gotten from her is fists and fury.||
once thought I want her real kid. 1 even stoln
stole a strand of h
strand of her hair for a DNA in
test
The results? Yeah, I’m hers–blood and bone.[]
Just as she was about to hit me again, my grandmother couldn’t bear to watch and stepped in, Mom showed her a video on her phone. After watching it. Grandma immediately went from defending me to screaming. “Beat her to deathr
Same thing happened with Grandpa |
One look at that video, and he was begging Mom to kill me too ||
I really don’t understandt||
Why d
y does everyone want me dead?]
What exactly is in that video on my mother’s phone?
I
“Sul breathing, huh?”
“Next time I’ll make damn sure you don’t wake up
These were the first words I heard when I came to my mother’s hollow eyes staring down at me, black and bottomless.]]
This made hospital visit number twenty. All courtesy of the woman who gave birth to me.||
And her reason this time? I’d spilled a few drops of coffee on kitchen counter.
Sounds like ridiculous, but I swear to God, thats all it took.]
normal mothers supposedly have
I stared back at her, searching those dead eyes for even a flicker of the maternal instinct that normal
Nothing. Just pure disgust. Like she was pissed I was still taking up space in her world.[]
My mother has hated my gats since day one
In my earliest memories, all the gave me was beating and scolding
Meanwhile, my two older sisters might as well he living in a different universe. They get whatever they want, whenever they want it[]
older sisters, but when it came to me, ad I was usually left with was stale, hard
My mother would affectionately cook all sorts of delicious meals for my two old bread
Even if I’d only managed a few painful bites, shed nich my plate away, muttering. “Would’ve done everyone a favor if you’d just starved to death.“]
My sisters rocked American Eagle and Hollister while I wore hand me–downs su faded and worn they belonged in a dumpster
The even encouraged my sisters to treat me like garbage, rolling
theire
eyes whenever I speak
speak up||
Tor years, I thought maybe I wasn’t really hers. So I went cst secretly, nabbed a strand of her hair and sent it for DNA testing
It turned out the F Hon her kid Biologically speaking, anyway ||
This messed me up bad
I literally made a spreadsheet of possible reasons the might hate me:||
Was I some living reminder of my dad chrating“]
After low key stalking my own father for weeks, I conduded he was basically Ward Cleaver–no skeletons in his closet []
Just… Existeil. Took the beatings. Year after year |
During this hellish childhood, tied conndeg to my grandparents
siidparents for help!
Invitally, Grandma was horrified. “This is an abominationTM she had yelled at my mother. What kind of monster nearly i
kills her own daughter?||
Mom didnt even bother arguing. She just pulled out her iPhone, tapped the screen a few times, and showed Grandma come video ||
After watching whatever the hell was on that plote, Granilina’s face went from concerned la terrified, She stopped defending me and instead hissed at my mother. Teat her to death? She shrishda 1 be alivet ||
Same tong happened with Grandpa. One look at that video, and he went from protective to practically begging my mother to end my life]]
Every single person I’ve reached out to has seen that damin video, and without fail, they’ve all |
reaction: kill her.|]
Even my sisters just stand there with icy expressions whenever Mom tises me as a punching bag, like they’re all just waiting for the day she finally finishes me
1 really don’t understand, why is this happening?|||
