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When I was 5 My mom had a car accident shes disabled to this day From that age on I had to help her everyday and now its still the same My father gets angry he screams he yells he pushes he throws he pins I have a little sister I make sure my dad doesnt hurt her to the extent that he has hurt me My methods can be shady If she is doing something that will get her in trouble I do something worse It keeps her from getting hurt I use to cry a lot about my life My dad use to scream at me to stop crying that it wasnt right I would right sorry a million times and he would throw away the paper I would do whatever he wanted just for that nod of approval and he wouldnt give me anything all A's on my report card taken care of my sister and my mom cooking cleaning No thank you "It's your job to do that, why would I thank you for it?" Then I would cry and he would scream I would say sorry He wouldnt acknoledge me I would do more he wouldnt say thank you and this went on and on until I stopped crying I stopped trying I stopped feeling I put on a mask when I was 7 years old I pretended to be something im not when I didnt even know who i was I stopped feeling and became the monster I am today
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
My life
When I was 5 My mom had a car accident shes disabled to this day From that age on I had to help her everyday and now its still the same My father gets angry he screams he yells he pushes he throws he pins I have a little sister I make sure my dad doesnt hurt her to the extent that he has hurt me My methods can be shady If she is doing something that will get her in trouble I do something worse It keeps her from getting hurt I use to cry a lot about my life My dad use to scream at me to stop crying that it wasnt right I would right sorry a million times and he would throw away the paper I would do whatever he wanted just for that nod of approval and he wouldnt give me anything all A's on my report card taken care of my sister and my mom cooking cleaning No thank you "It's your job to do that, why would I thank you for it?" Then I would cry and he would scream I would say sorry He wouldnt acknoledge me I would do more he wouldnt say thank you and this went on and on until I stopped crying I stopped trying I stopped feeling I put on a mask when I was 7 years old I pretended to be something im not when I didnt even know who i was I stopped feeling and became the monster I am today
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
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