My mother used to beat up my brother and me when we were kids. My brother a lot more than me. She used to beat him up for little to no reason at all. She also emotionally and verbally abused me and my brother. Again, my brother more than me.
My mother beat me up less, but called me names. I was a fat child and she never let me forget that. She called me a pig, once I was playing with my cousin outside in a makeshift pool and I was probably 10 years old. She said I wanted to be all wet and show how I was all wet to men passing by. I didn't understand what she meant until several years later.
My mother was a teenage mother, so maybe she was taking it out on my brother and me. She was a housewife and my dad was always away doing business so he didn't see how she used to beat us up.
My brother grew up with rage issues, had a shitty married life, and now seems to be happy with a much younger girlfriend and a new child.
I think my life turned out a lot better. I finished school, have a happy married life. But again, I was abused much less than my brother. I also never wanted to have a child and just now I am realizing maybe this is linked to what I experienced in childhood.
My mother is 63 now. I live in another country and I only seldom see her. But I still cannot forget and still feel anger whenever I remember our childhood.
AIBU?
p.s.
Name Changed for this, obviously.