I'm 20 years old female currently attending to college, i'm lost and i don't know where to go or what to do with my life anymore. My life story could never be written in short paragraphs, i've seen different kids of abuse as a kid. I never knew my real father and my mother took care of me, as a child she had people taking care of me, while she supposly worked to get my education. They raised me till i was 6 or so, my mother always went to clubs and never took care of me at that age. I always cried, as i grew up i served her, never raised my voice, let her beat me up and be silent about it. I never told anyone, which is kindda funny because every time i saw the movie psycho, i could relate to norman... Sad isnt it? i could actually have norman's mom instead. My story is worst, i dont pitty myself because i dont need my pitty, but i think i want my life back.
She never let me go out and play even when i was 15, i couldnt have any friends because she never wanted anyone to be close to me, last week i checked my credit report for the first time in my life and realized that my mother stole my identity, she signed in with three different credit cards on my name, without me knowing. She called pretending she was me, and stole over $4000.00 thank god i caught her before she stole more, i felt horrible and cried like a baby, still am. I decided to give her a chance because after all she is my mother, today i received my mail and since i moved away from home last year she took my mail and never gave it to me, today on my personal mail i received 3 different card approved, again im glad i caught her. She expected me to take the blame but i couldnt, because my credit says that i should consider myself bankrupt.
I want to study, i dont want to go back to my mother's house till im 30 to redo my life, i would lose, school, never get a job, education, and anything involving my life. I thought she loved me and cared, i still love her, but i can't let her hurt me anymore , found a check of $110.00 for my mother, but my name was under it aswell. I called the furniture store and they told me my mother called them because she hasnt received her money. I thought she was sad to admit of what she did to me, she never called, never mailed, never apologized, not even 2 years ago when she tried to kill me. I had to call the police and now she has to spend one day in jail and my step father has to pay her bail.
I swore in my life i would never tell anyone what happend to me, i thought that im crazy, and still am, i still think that im breaking her heart and i shouldnt have done this, i called my family (step family) and they all told me she is still my mother after all, that im taking drastic measurements, because i want to be disowned. Everybody hates me, because they dont know me. My mother pitties everybody and they always believed her, even my step father, told me the only people he loved and cared about was my two little brothers and himself. He's always hated me, but i think it's because im a girl, i can understand why he hates me, im not his daughter, im a girl im not strong, if i have kids they wont have my last name, and i dont have any phisical strength.
People are telling me im wrong, and that my mother is a sweet person, but i cant get over them knowing she tried to kill me, and still say it's ok, to move on and forgive her, ive forgiven her too much i think. I never called 911 when she tried to strangle me or told anyone, ive always been quiet when she stole money from my stepfather. My grandfather, the only person who trully loved me died when i was 7, from a heart attack because he received a letter saying he was in dept and they would call lawyers on him, it was my mom , she was bankrupt because she did the same thing she did to me, used thousands of dollars and never payed back, my status is delinquent, but im working on it to errase something i never did.
When i was 11 i tried to kill myself, and at 15 aswell, i got over it, this happends to everyone i believe, but if i never had someone on my side i dont know what my life would of being. I'm sick of apologizing to her, im sick of being quiet and taking the blame. She came to my apartment last week the day when i realized what she did to my creidt, and started yelling and crying in front of my door, the manager and the police came, i had to tell her i didnt wanted her in my apartment, but i was looking down, she told me to look into her eyes and tell her that. But i couldnt look into her eyes, i said im sorry but i dont want you in, she got angry and tried to jump on me to beat me up, but the manager held her and i closed the door.
I think that i am disrespecting god by saying i want to be disowned, and i will probably to go hell, but its ok, i think i can take it... I dont know what else to do, everyone tells me im wrong, and i dont know what to think, my boyfriend is helping me, and his mother but it hurts me, because i love my mother, she always told me she loved me and she would give her life to me, and that i would regret everything ive done when she dies, she's always said that ever since i was a kid. And i maight regret it, she is right, but i dont want to see her, because im scared of what shes going to tell people, when she had my baby brother, i did everything, fed him cleaned his dippers, everything. To the point that whenever he cried he wanted me, and not my mom. I did all that while my mom went shopping, i know it sounds terrible, but its not as bad as it sounds, maybe im exagerating, i think im exagerating, when she put her hands on my throad it only lasted a couple of seconds, so i dont know if its considered trying to kill someone, or just anger...
She loves money, and is all she thinks about, she always complained how my step father never gave her money but he always gave her $200.00 weekly, he always gave me $40.00 weekly to my mom for my allowence money ever since i was 9, but i never received that money, she took it. I went to the doctor last year and he told me i had anxiety and severe depression and perhaps something else, my mother never took me for my apointments with him, i had to insist this year to go to the appointments from last year, since i dont have a car. She didnt wanted me to go to him or a psychiatrist, she told me im ok and i had a great childhood, but i dont see it that way. She said psychiatrist lie because they always tell you something that you dont have to get money from you.
So i havent gone to any, because she will never take me to one, i live alone downtown, and im an hour far from my mother's place. And sadly this isnt half of what i went through but i guess the main points. She's hiding something from me, and my real father but i dont know what it is, i just know... i know my mother, i always thought she was a sweet person deep inside and a good naive woman who went thru alot in life, and maybe she is this way because she needs help. But she wont admit it, she always said she never used drugs or is an alcoholic, which is true, i think... I've never seen her doing drugs, but she stole $4000.00 last year from my step father, and as soon as i moved out of the house she stole $4000.00 from me aswell, she wasnt willing to stop because i caught her before she seriously put me in total ruin.
Everybody that knows her, dont know me, and every time she argued with me she always called people to tell them how horrible i am, her best friend loaths me, to the point where she wants to see me dead. And the rest of her family don't like me, what they dont understand is that my mother always cries, but she never means it. She always tries to pitty people, and everyone who she ever came accross to she would cry and look that she was devastated, to the point where people always thought i did something. She lies so easly, she swore to me she never took money from me, she likes to have people pitting her to the point where she will even fake a seizure, which she has. She even told me about it, if her crying doesnt work towards people then she gets violent.
I thought i was an evil person because every time she cried to my step father over an arguement, i never felt bad for her or even went to comfort her. But everybody else would, because i tried to confort her before, and 5 minutes later she would act like nothing happend. Whenever she yelled at me 5 mins later she would act like it never happend. When i was a kid, she would buy me toys after she beat me up or yelled at me. When i was young, she got so pissed at me she threw me her drink , it wasnt crystal so i dont consider it abuse. But i had the drink on my face and all over my bed. Whenever she hit me she did it repeatedly and rage, and i was always scared because she is stronger and taller than me, im 5'4 and she is 5'7 big, and strong... im not... My step father always told me i was dumb, because i didnt know math, that being an artist and drawing is for bums... He said he even thought im retarded, or verry slow, because of the way i act.
But it';s not true, im not dumb or retarded, im a high honor student in college, and i know 3 languages, i dont think i am, i just think im badly hurt, i just think im worthless, ive always hated the way i looked, but men always said im beautiful, but i dont think i am, i hate the way i look. My mother always loved my cousin because shes natural blonde with blue eyes, im not, im not natural blonde but i have blonde hair. My cousin is a drug addict and a felon, a liar and a thief, but my mom loves her and she loves my mom.
I used to be best friends with my cousin when i was a kid, but every time my mom brought her home for vacations, things got worst, she always yelled at me infront of her and treated me even worst, she hit me with objects, not always it was rare, but i could not be around them, because i always got yelled at. She always showed off when my cousin was around, and i knew i had to stay in my room and let them be until my cousin left. She wanted to adopt her when i was a kid, but i got jealous because she loved her and loves her more than me. And it hurts me alot, my stepfather hates me, but yesterday he mailed me saying we should work things out, and him and i to fix my mother's problems.
i just don't know anymore, i know hes afraid of me now because him and my mom have been trying to see if they can put a lawyer on me or say i did everything to my credit but i know too much... I know too much from him and my mom, and knowing too much can be a dangerous thing. I think i should do what my heart tells me, even if its wrong, even if im bad, i want to be disowned...