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mestep55 Posts: 3
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When I was growing up, my parents were big alcohol drinkers. My mother and father would argue, and physically fight in front of all 6 of us children. I remember seeing my mother stab my father in the arm with a knife. One of my sisters and i were in the car coming home from a bar, when my father started punching my mother. My sister was screaming and so was I. My mother was all bloody. She opened the car door and was trying to jump out, she fell out of the car. It was so horrible.Just talking about it now,makes me want to run and run, so I can get away from my thoughts about it. I remember my mother when I was about 5years old. They were slaughering my favorite cow. I wanted them to stop. I was screaming and crying. My mother slapped me so hard she broke my nose. I was covered in blood. My only brother grabbed me and ran. My other sister, who later became an RN, snuck out a towel and ice. They cleaned me up, I still have a slight off center nose at 56 years of age. If I told you all that happened to me and my 5 siblings you wouldn't believe it-I have always written short stories and poetry, nothing to do with my childhood. But, one day, I want to write a book about the way I grew up. I was a Middle School Science Teacher for 17 years, I could always tell the children that were growing up like I did. I want to write this book for myself,to get well from my growing agoraphobia,panic attacks, and anger--I have been married three times-none of them have lasted. I think now I know why. More later,sorry I need to take some of my medication to stop the anxiety attak I feelis scoming!
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