she use to pull my hair like it was the funniest thing 4her to do. In clumps it came out. Shed poke at me with words till i cried and yelled that was her reason to bring me down and then toss me around with her hands,her arms,sometimes shed kick me literally in2 a corner. But she always loved the hair pulling sometimes shed drag me all over the kitchen floor with it or slam my head in2walls. Dad would come home and it would all stop. So id go up in2 my room and abuse myself long sleeves covered the abuse. Till the day i slipped and my parents were notified of my self abuse more reason for her to beat i remember the collision my head made when she pulled my hair and slammed my head in2 the metal of my bed frame. She drove me die,she drove me to cry,she drove me 2the light to give up the fight.