A Girl Abused: A Woman Lost Forever

Let me tell you a story about a girl I know.

As a young girl, she was very smart— a “STRAIGHT-A” student; very pretty and very out going.

In the beginning, she did everything her mother asked her to do—never waivered. Unfortunately, she looked just like her father [whom the mother hated with a passion], in concert, the girl possessed all of his traits—the good and the bad.

She was a person anchored in emotion, looking for someone who truly loved her—looking for the love she believed she should receive from the woman who birthed her. This girl started lying about little, insignificant things. She lied to her mother because first and foremost, she feared her mother because her mother constantly called her horrible names and would beat her violently for the slightest infraction or for no reason at all, or simply because she was angry about something or at someone else.

When the girl got to the age of 12 or so, the berating and emotional damage that had been heaped upon her had solidified, manifested, and infused her heart, mind, and soul; and therefore, she begin to lie [more and more] thinking lies would save her from being berated and abused, not knowing that her mother was far more experienced at life, and naturally knew when she was being lied to.

The girl began to feel hopeless. Her grades began to suffer. Like never before, she started staying away from home; attempted to run away; sought refuge and comfort among people she thought cared more about her.

Later in her life—say her late teen/early twenty-something years—she started drinking heavily, trying to drown-out the emotional pain caused by the abusive language and physical assaults about the head, face, and body—not understanding that her lies, in most cases, contributed to the hard-core abuse inflicted upon her.

The only aspect of life she clung to was the abuse itself—IT WAS UNIMAGINABLE TO HER THAT HER MOTHER COULD HURT HER SO READILY AND DEEPLY WITHOUT CONSICIOUS. At times, the abuse would be so horrific that her sisters would intercede to get their mother off of her and switch the beating from her to them—they would take beatings for their emotionally/physically abused sister because they understood that their mother had zero tolerance for her daughter’s lies and was enraged by blind anger because of her own abusive up-bringing. The girl’s mother did not know how to guide her daughter towards the truth, nor could she see the permanent damage she had done to this girl long before the girl started telling lies.

After getting married and leaving home at an early age, and having children, the girl started doing drugs, drinking more, constantly running from one affair to another looking for the emotional support/love she so desperately craved. She became the same type of abuser as her mother, i.e., she verbally abused her children whenever she became angry at them or anybody else. She beat and berated them, all the while lost within herself because she had been stripped of her self-esteem decades prior. She had been subjected to such profound verbal and physical humiliation that she eventually suffered a mental breakdown, enhanced by the use of drugs and alcohol. Her whole understanding of life had been scarred by a mother who was doing her best to provide, but was otherwise destructively abusive.

To this date, that girl [woman] is a mentally scarred mess caused mostly by verbal assaults, accented by physical abuse from the one person she thought could/should never do that to her. That girl is my sister.