Story Peeps Change Lives

Watching my pain heal from Cuts and Bruises

Written by Leann

I have been married for 6 years and I married very early in my life at the age of 18. I moved out of my parent's house when I was 17 to live with my boyfriend, to whom I got married too. I could not wait to get out of that abusive home; my parent's house. I know my place as a woman.

My dad was very domestically abusive to my mother and he would make sure she knew her spot in life. I had two sister's counting on me. My dad made it clear that women belong in the kitchen and women do the cooking and cleaning. We had to make sure we had his meal on the table every night and we had to bring in wood as well for the wood stove. There's one night where he came home from work and he walked through the front door; he had been drinking, you can smell in on his breath as he sat in the chair, where I was sitting right beside him. We all were sitting down and watching TV and I always sat by my dad, because the couch was taken by my mother and two sisters’. Us girl's just sat there and watched TV, and my mother would go to the kitchen. When she would do that, that was a sign to my father that she wanted to talk to him. Well 3 min's later my dad got up from his chair, made his way to the kitchen. And you can hear them talking and then they got louder and started to scream at each other. Knowing my dad, he will slap her for raising her voice at him. My dad back handed my mother and sent her to her feet from where he was standing. My mothers head hit the end of the table. I went in to the kitchen to help my mother up.  I knew she was hit across the room two feet because we had tile on the floor and each one is about 12 inches long.

There was a 1 inch gash in the back of my mother's head. I looked at my dad and he looked back at me. I believe he was still mad, you can still see it on his face. By now all of us are in the kitchen, we sat my mom in a chair not saying anything to dad, so we don’t upset him more. He was standing there with his arm crossed and looking at all of us (my two sisters, mother and I). He had a smile across his face. He told us girl's to go in the living room. We didn't ask why, because we knew what was coming. My mother still sitting in the chair trying to catch her breath from crying. We girl's go to the living room and he told us to take off our pants and panties. I said no and I was the youngest out of the girls. He took his belt off and laid the belt on his lazy boy chair, the chair he always sat in after work. Again he told me to take my panties and pants off, and he told me if I don’t, he was going to burn my hands on the wood stove; which is right beside us, just 3 feet away from us girl's. We believed him at this time because he burned my sister's hand last year with a lighter. So my sister was first because she is the oldest. She slowly took her pants off and then her panties, where is was wet in the middle on the panties because the wood stove was so hot the heat was beating on our backs; because he had use three girl's cornered. And then it was not long until he picked his belt up and told her to bend over the chair and she did. When she did you can see her lip's between her legs.

You can see the look on my dad's face that he in enjoyed this. He started to beat her and beat her with the belt and on her legs, her back, and her butt. He beat her so hard with the belt buckle, that she had gashes in her back. He did the same to us as well. And after he was done with us, to show us where we belong, he always told us women belong under men, and we always said yes sir. After my dad was done with us, he would go and masturbate in the spare bathroom. We can hear him outside of the door. Dad never tried to fuck us, because we started our periods and he was scared to get us pregnant, I believe.

After I was beat half to death, I would go in the bathroom and look in the mirror to see and watch it heal, and in away it felt good to watch my bruises and gashes heal. It was so comforting that I started to cut on myself. The more that I cut I feel as if the pain would go away and to watch it heal was nice too. But I only did that once. I know where I stand I'm a wife and a I belong below men and now that I’m scared to overpower a man, or yell, I don't even try it because having the fear of being beaten . This is all for now but I have alot more.

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0 #2 You do not beling under and man — kobra000 2011-07-08 00:46

I dont know where your dad got his info from,probably another abusive father like himself...but you certainly do not belong under a man! and are not in anyway less than a man! your a human being and deserve to be treated as such..what was done to you and your sisters is horrific and you should consider pressing charges against your father for abuse and cruelty and neglect. I know if i was your neighbor i would of put one right between his eyes had i heard what he was doing..I hate abusers and cruel people. I hope your doing well now and are happy but most of all i hope your safe and not being harmed anymore and living a relatively pain free life..Take care and God bless.

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0 #1 sad — caseyneopets 2011-06-06 05:01

im a guy and anyone that beats a woman or child is a monster! they are some of the worst people in my book they are just as bad as a child molester! you should "grow a pair" and stand up for yourself wemon dont belong below men! strong wemon are the best! i love a woman that knows what she wants and isint afred to kick some ass to get it! do you still see your "dad" is he still liviing? I think id beat his head in with a bat or somthing wow this has really BAD WORD ed me off I hate guys that beat on wemon and children! i surround myself with strong wemon my mom aunts and wife are all strong wemon and i wouldent have it anyother way! if my dad hit my mom i think she would have probably killed him i couldent imagin hittin my wife or my dad hitting my mom once my aunts husband hit her he hit her once she told him not to do it again (after she broke his nose) and as he sat in his chair bleeding he threw an ashtrey at her as yoiu can imagin she was BAD WORD ed...so she shot him...then got away with it! does your husband beat you? does he treat you good? whats the story there?

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