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My memory is a bit hazy on this one but I do remember the important bits.
im not writing this for sympathy or anything and I dont have trauma or sum shit and I definitly deserved this beating
I remember I was like yelling throwing a tantrum about something, I think it was because I didnt want to do my 2 hours of homework , or being ungrateful or something stupid like that
The start of the beating went something like this: While throwing this tantrum my mum went into this really angry voice and told me to grab the beating stick, and obviously being 7 I was crying even more telling my mum im so sorry and please to not beat me. Well she went and grabbed the stick and my mum and I were like playing tag but instead of tag she was trying to beat me with a stick. so I was running around the living room doing circles around the living room and my kitchen until I fianlly decided to try run down the hall and lock myself in my room.
but my mum caught me before I could get away and she started hitting me with this stick. After the beating I was crying and stinging everywhere and my mum was still infuriated I could tell she was incredibly and I was still crying and shit. After the beating my my mum decided to strip me of my clothes until I was down to my underwear and kick me out of the house. This process took around 10 minutes as I was screaming and crying. after she stripped me she grabbed me and threw me out of the house.
Our front door was this big glass sliding door and you could see into the living room. I remember very, very, distinctly crying outside sitting in my underwear telling my mum im sorry and begging her to let me in. I did that for like 30 minutes or sum shit, well it felt like 30 minutes. I dont remember where my mum was or what she was doing while I was outside crying but she didnt let me in.
Luckly for me my grandparents lived like 200 meters around the corner. So after I was done crying I sprinted as fast as I could in my underwear to my grandparents house. That shit was so fucking embarissing I can recall a few cars driving past to. After I got to my grandparents house I stayed there for like 3 hours and my dad came to pick me up after calming down my mum.
No joke almost the exact same scenario happend the year after aswell.
Just so you guys know I definitley deserved this I was such an ungratful little shit
@shedontluv-U
im not writing this for sympathy or anything and I dont have trauma or sum shit and I definitly deserved this beating
I remember I was like yelling throwing a tantrum about something, I think it was because I didnt want to do my 2 hours of homework , or being ungrateful or something stupid like that
The start of the beating went something like this: While throwing this tantrum my mum went into this really angry voice and told me to grab the beating stick, and obviously being 7 I was crying even more telling my mum im so sorry and please to not beat me. Well she went and grabbed the stick and my mum and I were like playing tag but instead of tag she was trying to beat me with a stick. so I was running around the living room doing circles around the living room and my kitchen until I fianlly decided to try run down the hall and lock myself in my room.
but my mum caught me before I could get away and she started hitting me with this stick. After the beating I was crying and stinging everywhere and my mum was still infuriated I could tell she was incredibly and I was still crying and shit. After the beating my my mum decided to strip me of my clothes until I was down to my underwear and kick me out of the house. This process took around 10 minutes as I was screaming and crying. after she stripped me she grabbed me and threw me out of the house.
Our front door was this big glass sliding door and you could see into the living room. I remember very, very, distinctly crying outside sitting in my underwear telling my mum im sorry and begging her to let me in. I did that for like 30 minutes or sum shit, well it felt like 30 minutes. I dont remember where my mum was or what she was doing while I was outside crying but she didnt let me in.
Luckly for me my grandparents lived like 200 meters around the corner. So after I was done crying I sprinted as fast as I could in my underwear to my grandparents house. That shit was so fucking embarissing I can recall a few cars driving past to. After I got to my grandparents house I stayed there for like 3 hours and my dad came to pick me up after calming down my mum.
No joke almost the exact same scenario happend the year after aswell.
Just so you guys know I definitley deserved this I was such an ungratful little shit
@shedontluv-U
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