Mum
you were a spiteful piece of shit and caused me as much heart ache as your thug of a husband. He just broke my bones, you tried to break my will. I only wish you had lived long enough for me to see your horrified face when I walked out and left your screwed up religion.
You terrorised me and my brother; you were supposed to be there to protect us, instead you would wind dad up even worse and gave him cause to hit us even more.
I guess still being angry at either of you is unproductive and is a cancer in my soul - tough shit, you helped make me the hard shelled SOB that I am today.
I suppose I should thank you for making me hard enough to stand on my own two feet and look after myself, but we both know that the strength is tempered by deep seated insecurity and trust issues.
I, like everyone else that was an abused child, deserved better. A parent's job is to protect and to teach, not to damage,judge or to constantly find fault.
Life goes on and I have friends and family that actually love me, and that warms my heart. I have achieved great things despite you and I stand as monument to the foolishness of inflicting religion on your children.
I don't hate you, I resent your actions; I may one day forgive, I will never forget.
Steve