Grey Skies Are Gonna Clear Up

@thespectacularspider-girl

@dangerbooze

That time my “dad” hit me across the head and screamed at me when we were on a walk. I was six and had just thrown a snow ball at him. He said that I was being sly because I was mad.

That time my dad had a fit over the butter knife still having some butter on it and threw it across the room. Wedging itself into the cupboard by my sisters head, theirs still a hole there.

That time my cat was missing so my mom hit me on the back of the head and screamed at me that it was my fault that he got out and that he was going to die alone and afraid outside because of me (he’s ok, we found him three days later hiding under a bush safe and sound)

That time my dad forcefully grabbed me, dragged me from my bedroom and down the stairs, and then screamed in my face that I was “acting like a fucking five-year old” because I was in the middle of an emotional breakdown and didn’t want to go to school.

that time my mom and dad drove me to the lake just to go through my phone, and they found a conversation i had with a girl i liked (i’m also a girl) and told me if i continued down this path i would go to hell which terrified me and prompted me to fake being straight for years. later they took away my phone all together, i was beaten with the belt until i gave them my passwords for everything.

The time my mom choked me because I dared to have a growth spurt and needed new clothes because none of mine fit me anymore.

the times ive told my parents i think somethings wrong with me and they laughed and said it was a phase and i was immature

When my stepdad started to hug and caress me in ways that didn’t feel good, and I grew hostile towards him and started to avoid him as best as I could. Then he went to my teacher and complained (making sure I heard him) about me not liking P.E and asking the teacher to motivate me to exercise more. And when I got anorexia, the more I lost weight the more he complained about me eating too much and being a financial burden.

All the times my mother has grabbed my stomach, shaken it saying, “You’re poor belly.” while smiling. She would do this every time I had “too much food” in her eyes. Also all the times she called me fat, pregnant, flabby, etc.

That time my sister cut the heads off my teddy bears, locked me in my room, apologized with a smoothie and then dumped it on my head. The times I’ve been hit or manipulated for speaking my mind or calling out bullshit. Distracting my parents from my younger siblings by being the “bad child”. My family members talking shit about me behind my back or while I’m in the room and telling me I’m faking my disabilities. Being verbally abused into hurting my self by cleaning, cutting, or disordered eating.

Headlock on the ground for almost and hour. Screaming and crying.

the time my auntie and mother beat we with a belt cuz i started to cry over how badly my sew in burned and didn’t stop when they told me to

The time I accidentally left the door opened and all 13 of the cats my mother was hoarding got outside when I was 10. We got home and she found they were out there and I admitted I was the last one out. She screamed at me and got my dad, he lifted me up by my shirt, I could feel my head touch the ceiling. He yelled at me with so much hatred in his voice that I should stop being a “fucking dumbass” and make sure to the close the door. My mother stood by him with a sly grin co-signing the whole thing and reveling in the fact I was getting in trouble for something I didn’t mean to do.