My childhood was horendous *Content warning added by MNHQ: thread contains descriptions of abuse*

[dotherighthing]

Mum died when I was 7. Father married again 2 years later she was a total bitch. Widow with dd of her own aged 4. She used to batter me and my brother when my dad was out and he didnt give a shit either. Started period aged 11, she smacked my legs for hours coming back to hit me again and again as she said I was "dirty" for soiling my knickers. Then she held me down and tried to insert a tampon. I was hysterical and so embarrassed. I hated her. Always showed love to her own child but spat venom at me and my brother.
Dad divorced and married again to a much younger and very stupid woman who could show no love to anyone.
Very selfish and was just me me me.
I left home at 15 and went to live with a friend.
My childhood haunts me.

I am proud of you.

I don't know you, but I am proud of you.

You experienced so much at such a young age, but here you are, still. You have done incredibly.

You are not at all what they said. You are magnificent and strong and kind. You still went to visit your dad despite everything and didn't tell him what you thought of him to be kind in his last days - that's strength and kindness right there, although he certainly didn't deserve it.