I was the child who grew herself up. The mother was there but was no good for anything. She was a child. She just didn't have anything to give.
The father abused me from as young as I can remember. He never even stopped. He just kept doing it. He was cruel and mean. I told the lady last time that the father hurt us for fun. She said how do you know he did it for fun. I said because he laughed. He teased me for crying or for being afraid. Wassa matter, you don't like it? he said. It made him laugh. He liked to hurt me. the mother heard him and she would cry on her bed like a baby. I didn't tell the lady that part.
I watched other mothers an fathers and I knew i would never have that. So I grew myself up.
Lissa