My Mother Is a Monster
My Mother is a monster. When my dad was alive she was kind and caring and human but now she is a monster. My dad died when I was 1 year and 10 months old. She married again two months later. She married her sister's ex-husband the father of her sister's children. Kenneth Whitewood was not a rich man like my real dad nor was he a poor person like my mother now that my dad had died. Mr Whitewood (as I always call him against my mother's wishes) would keep us going with both love and money. Everyone said he was out for revenge against my Aunt by marrying her sister but he wasn't he truly loved her more than the world itself.
So there we have it me the helpless and clueless two year old, my grieving mother, my supportive step-dad and my aunt who loved and cared for me because my mother was in no fit state to do so all of us living in one house I look back and think to myself how did we manage? The answer is easy my aunt looked after me and the house whilst my new step dad looked after my mother and went to work so he could pay the bills.
The beating started a year later when I was three. My mother was well enough to look after me when I was two years and four months. Eight months later I started getting beaten up by my own mother. The reason was I had my father's facial features it drived my mother crazy she thought it was my fault he died it wasn't but I had my mother's personality. I was three people don't notice your personality until you are older but I was old enough to get attacked by my mother! Have you guessed? My mother is Heckitty Broomhead. She will always attack me mentally, physically and emotionally.