the hurt

How my parent have hurt me. As a child they didn't allow any privacy. They accused me always being up to something and sneaking. They would search my books from school, and my bags. I was always hiding something. In truth, I never got drunk or did drugs, went out the bedroom window. I had one boyfriend in high school. I was the one child who was always pick on in school. " dummy DeMarco" . No one ever took it seriously and was the one who most didn't know what there. I felt I always had the retarded look to me. We all know that look. the stupid little smirk and no real look to the eyes. They would look up my uniform and laugh and say I wore flowered underware. I had no breast to speak of and the other girls would flaunt the blossoming nibs. I began my cycles at an early age, and was miserable. I was small and no real figure. I looked more like a boy in a strange body. No one ever played with me on the recess. I just sat and watched them all. Who would want to be with someone like me? I just would read books. I remember once I was reading a bible, and they why would I want to read that, at least it is better than the stuff you have and it is a true story. I never did good after that. I was all of 7 yrs old. My mom never did anything to stop it.
I remember in about 8th grade one girl who really just didn't like me, she pushed a desk into the back of my legs, I turned around and gave her a left hook of a lifetime. Knocked her back about 5 ft and up about 2ft. Most were really suprised. I just looked at her said do it again I will put you into the closet. They cleared a path like the red sea.
I thought school was to be the time of your life. It depressed me to no end
I wanted to run away every morning I got up. From my home and from the kids I was with.
I hated the town I was in just as much. I knew at some point I would have to leave and never look back. I did move on but the hurt is still there. Because of the instilling of my upbringing and the fact of my mothers' still living.
The accusation of me allowing my own daughter to be molested.
My own father said I didn't give it to my husband so he went to my girl.
He said that I abandoned my son. I left him with my parents to keep so I could find work.
They told my kids that I was a bad person and a whore. didn't want them and they would take better care of them.
That is was more important to get a deposit back than protect my kid from now sex offender.
My mom will allow my ex in her house he is a registered sex offender but I am the bad one for not paying more for my son's support.
My son's dad is an alcholic. He is a good man. He lies about his having cancer and is dying every other week of something. Never sent a birthday card or the like, but is a good man. send 100.00 a month. I bought him a computer, paid a cell phone bill and some karate and special things for birthday and christmas. but I am the town whore.
I never married the man who could give me all the travel and live in Fl. I didn't do that. Or stay by them. I did wrong. I left Weirton.
I was accused of stealing her good jewerly and selling it. Call the police and all. It turned out it was my daughter who took it. But I am the one who needs money.
I never did drugs or came home drunk. I was the good kid.
So why do I get this from them.