"I just want it to go back to normal, I just want someone who cares" is all I could think to myself as I am packing to move into my cousin's house. We all have issues that go on in our lives. Some are small while others are huge. My issue was huge. I was abused by my mom and had to start life on my own a little early.
Growing up, I never had a great life. I was always looked at as the child that was a troublemaker. I have a twin, Brianna, who is always treated like she is an angel. Whenever she does something wrong, she is never punished for it. If I was to do something wrong, and I would be dead. I was the one that was yelled at, was the one that got physically abused, and verbally abused. My mom was never on good terms with me. She never failed to treat me like garbage. She would physically abuse me, and I would just stand there, take it, and not say a word. I would have to come home and just sit in my room to read a book. I couldn't do the things that my sister would be able to do like watch TV, play Xbox, or hang out with friends. I never had a social life outside of my home.
When my mom would abuse me, she would slam my head against the wall, call me nasty and uncalled for names, and tell me that I was unexpectedly switched at birth, or she liked to think so. The hurt from the name calling was bad. I would have to hear her call me names and didn't dare say that it was wrong. She would always turn it into that I was somehow "talking back" to her.
One night in January, I came home from work around 9 p.m. I opened up the back door to come in. I walked up the stairs to go into my room, and out of nowhere, my mom flies out of the room at me. She slammed me against the wall and put me in a choke hold. She started to call me names and said that "You are the biggest fake I have seen." Mind you, this all started because I didn't tell her I was going into the St. Clair Shores Community Chorus. I couldn't take it anymore, so I just went to my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, I went to school with a turtle neck on to hide the red marks that my mom left from her hands around my neck. My friend Mackenzie came up to me and could tell instantly that something was wrong. I denied it and walked away. She came back to me and told me that she knew that it had to do with my mom. I just shook my head and she grabbed my arm. "We are going to finally tell someone about this." She took me to my counselor, and she insisted that I move out of my house. So the next day, that's what I did. I went to stay with a friend for about two months before my cousin let me into her home.
My cousin let me stay at her home and gave me everything that I could need, and I was flabbergasted. My cousin helped me apply for FASFA (Federal Student Aid) and got me to pick Eastern Michigan University as my college to go to. She even got me small presents along the way!
My cousin was the helping hand that I needed to better my future and made me forget what really happened. That's all that you need sometimes in situations like these. A small favor can change your whole outlook on a situation. Please don't take abuse from anyone. Speak out! Family and friends will always be there for you no matter what.
