I am working on overcoming my abusive childhood and young adulthood. I’m working my ass off to rise above it and see that it is over. It is over. Nobody can ever do that stuff to me again. If they try, i will hit them, kick them, and call the police. Oh, yeah, but wait a minute. If it’s my almost 11 year old son doing the same abusive, disgustingusting stuff to me, it’s abuse if i kick him or hit him to get him to stop. And if the police do answer my calls, they are not going to arrest him or remove him. So, why am I working so hard to recover?
It’s not over. The abuse continues from a little boy I cannot stop.
I feel hopeless. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.