The Internet, at least the most tangible version, has turned into a warm electronic shoulder, but that does work alike. Every day, hundreds of people write to us for a second or forty second thought. To help those in need of the collective experience of hundreds of thousands of Anabel readers, we thought to post your letters in the form of articles. That way, you find it easier when you are in the same difficulty someday. Thank you for writing and thank you for reading.
"My mother has exercised violence against me since I started to remember until the gymnasium. A wild, cold mother who just did not look like a mother. He was trying to catch me, and if he did not have a stick, he kicked me with kicks, fists and what to hold on.
I remember once when he returned from his mother and I had not done the dish, he kicked me in a bad place as I could not breathe. My father never got in my arms, he was listening to me when I told her and did not talk. I never understood.
Meanwhile, my children with the kids were sweet, even kissed. Surprisingly I remember every beating, but I never remember telling me 'I love', 'bad mom', 'I have heart'. Never!
He also practiced psychological violence; I was persuaded that I was disgusting with my behavior because if you were against such a mother, you were. While I did not make any fool in my life, rather out of the house I was a middle class student 9.6 and in the neighborhood I was seen as a very learned school.
It was as if I had filled my hand with chemical fertilizers to eat them. But I had no courage.
When I left the university, things settled between us. Now that I am married to a child, I can not get rid of what I have spent in my childhood. It is the last thought when sleeping and the first when I wake up. I do not say hatred, but I am filled with anger, with anger.
She is now bored of why I do not call her every day, and she says "soul, heart," so far as I feel disgust, I do not want to hear it. I would like to crash into my face, remember every beating, every detail, every word; to know I did not forget anything. I would like to talk to a psychologist, leave it behind, forgive and forgive, but I can not.
I'm afraid he will still die without forgiveness and will remain hostage to me, "wrote an anonymous woman for Anabel Magazine, Facebook.
