EternalFlameSenior Contributor
To a Mother Who Didn't Love Me...
WARNING: the following story contains triggers.
Thought I share this little bit of writing that I did ages ago. It is still relevant now, and could help someone understand just what it's really like living day-to-day with the emotional pain after surviving child abuse. This story focuses around my mother, who physically, vebally, emotionally and psychologically abused me for nearly 20 years.
To a Mother Who Didn’t Love Me
I was staring out at the horizon tonight, counting the stars as they revealed themselves to the night sky. I watched as the city lights slowly illuminated the darkening earth, and wondered to myself, is there any love for me out there.
In a world that is so cruel sometimes, it would be nice to think and hope that one day, I will belong. Yet here I am worrying if I am ever going to find love in my life. I should feel all the love in the world from friends and family, like a normal person would. But I’m not a normal person. I have no real friends, and my family couldn’t care less about me. What have I done wrong to deserve this? Nothing.
How can I find love, or even be loved if I am scared of other human beings? How can I fit in if I do not follow blindly like a sheep within society? Am I destined to live a lonely life? Surely not. But why do I have to suffer? It’s not my fault.
You took everything away from me. You took away my friends, my family and my life, and then you betrayed me. You made me cry thousands of tears for your satisfaction. You controlled my life, in order to feel like you controlled your own. You thought you knew everything. So why did you hurt me so badly?
You forced upon me lies from the devil himself, yet you told me that you were a truthful person, who served under God’s name. I thought I could trust you. I thought I could love and be loved unconditionally by you. I believed you were a normal parent. But you were not a normal parent.
You were a lair. You were a coward. You spat venom at me, accused me and told me that I was worthless, just so you could see the pain in my eyes. You hurt me so you could feel powerful and have a false sense of being in control of your life. But you were not.
You needed to feed off of others to sustain your pitiful life and your selfish needs. You kept me trapped like a prisoner for all of those years. But then I escaped. I ran away and never came back. But to this day, I am still your prisoner.
Though you are dead and gone, your curse has left me scarred. I am so wounded, I may never fully recover from your abuse. I hold a terrible pain deep within my heart where you have ripped and slashed at it with your hatred towards me. You have made me destroy what love I had left for you, and nothing can ever bring that back. A part of me is now missing and I know all too well that it is gone forever.
Am I too hurt to ever really find love? Is my heart too broken to feel love again? Am I too lost within myself? I wish I could answer all of these questions. I can scream and shout to the world, yet no one will answer me. But the biggest question of all that I know will never be answered is,
Mother, why didn’t you love me?