This is the hardest thing For me to say Harder still to have gone through The Whole ordeal
I have COPD on oxygen Walk with a cane surgery set my 2nd total knee replacement
DOMESTIC ABUSE Physical violence Elderly abuse It happens to others not me
My ***** secret Of blame and shame It’s my fault if I wouldn’t have done this or that It wouldn’t have happened If only
I deserved it Why is the negative stuff easier to believe
My adult daughter My only child Love of my life Hit me,hurt me Beat me up She went for my lungs punching My knee so I couldn’t walk
Cold and calculated then because Inadvertently scratched her Trying to get her off of my chest I couldn’t breath
Stunned by the scratch She went to see what I had done Came out with a curling iron Beat me with it until the medal Part broke off on my legs and knees
She Calling the police because she had a mark I begged her to put the phone down I told her "you don’t think I have marks" She wanted me to suffer in jail With no medications
Subsequently she was arrested Assalt with a weapon In the end She will blame It all on me I’m Still trying to wrap my head Around what happened
I’m stunned To see deep dark hatred In the eyes
Of my only child My loved one Hatred me enough to Get on top of me punching me In my chest I couldn’t breath
I have cuts and bruises That will fade But most importantly Harder still is the realization I am not safe around her I’m so devastated
After reflection, contemplation I believe It’s stems from money I received an inheritance She thinks , She is entitled
When money was no longer Forthcoming Anger,hatred was unleashed From the pit of hell
The flood of other events Of bullying ,aggressive behavior Verbal and physical Her whole life Came to mind
I blocked it all out Until it was pointed out to me I have to accept My part in all this I let her escape the consequences of her youth I created a monster With my good intentions No one is perfect Children do not come with an instruction manual
That being said I did not raise her to be disrespectful To lie,cheer, steel Break the Ten Commandments
Although she lives a few hours away I’m still afraid I hate feeling helpless, weak
I dream she is Standing over me With a knife Wanting to **** me
Then I wake up I’m not coping I need help
I’m morning the loss of my only child Who grew willful and wild I can NEVER be safe around her
This realization Has me in effect Morning the loss of our Relationship Of my only child
The grandchildren Have been a part of my life A third parent at times I have very strong connections With each of them
I will not Let her use them as pons In her games Hostages against me It stops now
Her jealousy Loathing, dispise of me Has only deepened through her life I’m the reason for every bad thing that happens No matter if I’m around or not
I love my daughter with every bit of my heart Money the root of all evil always walking on eggshells