When my parents got divorced I took the responsibility of taking care of my little sister, she was 2, I was 8, horrifying thing that has ever happened to me, I had to learn how to grow up and always was worried cause she was alone home, with that monster (step mother) who beat her often for no reason. I hated that monster too much and loved my sister so much that one day I stood up and she beat me instead. I never feared her more. I was 10 that day. I was a hero for myself, and everything to my sis. Dad never knew what happened to me, scars, bumps.
until now, my worst nighmares are the ones with step mother and dad, hiding my school books, chopping my clothes,,,, and beating my sis. I cry and wake up and tell myself "I'm 30, no more nightmares, it's over"... but no. For me my terrible childhood continue to haunt me.
I don't have a great relation with any member of my family, being with them, reminds me of past. My sis is okay, she doesn't remember anything, so she gets on well with them. It's great.
I prefer to stay alone, far from them, I've had enough. I'm just begining to get in touch with my dad. I pitty him, he seems sorry.
but I can never leave those terrifying ugly memories behind. I forgive them, but it botters me, why a woman can beat two little girls so bad? What did she get from it?