Girl and Santa Claus

You’ve ruined my whole life, I wish you’d died in childbirth

As far as I can remember, my childhood was not one of the best memories. I didn’t have a father, I lived with my mother and grandmother. My mother did not love me and constantly heard from her: “You have ruined my whole life, it would have been better if you had died in childbirth.” My best friend as a child was my grandmother.
My mother gave birth to me at the age of 17, she wanted to leave me in the hospital, but my grandmother did not allow it, she said she had a walk, so we will educate. When my grandmother was alive, I felt good, she loved me. When I was 12 years old, my grandmother died and I began to live with my mother. She was married by that time and they had my younger sister, there was no place for me in my mother’s heart.

I was constantly bombarded with reproaches and abuse from both my mother and stepfather, and my younger sister, seeing the attitude of her parents towards me, was also negatively disposed towards me, because of her they often beat me with anything that came to hand, my body was constantly bruised, but there was no one to complain to, and I was afraid of stepfather He said if I told anyone he would kill me. It was so bad for me in the family and I often cried on the street and remembered my grandmother, why she left me alone so early. I had only one desire to finish school as soon as possible and get away from them.

I graduated from school, entered a medical college, they gave me a dormitory, and then I breathed in joyfully, I was over the moon with happiness, I thought that the torment for me was in the past, another life began, but the trials in my life were not over yet. I met a guy and fell in love, but it so happened that I got pregnant from this love, and he left me at 4 months pregnant. I went through that path of an unwanted child and for my child I decided that he would not have such a fate, I would love him.

I had a daughter, for me she was the light in the window, it was my joy, my happiness, my baby. When my daughter was 2 years old, I met my future husband, he is a very wonderful person and accepted my daughter as his own, adopted her. We had a son and I am very happy, we have a close-knit family.

I saw my mother very rarely. One day my sister called me and told me that my mother had a stroke and she was tired of following her (her stepfather was no longer alive) and offered me to pick her up.

I told my husband about it, and he said that this is my mother and we need to take her away, forget about everything that happened before. I didn’t hold a grudge against her either. My husband and I brought her to our house. We have a sick house, there is enough space for everyone, and the grandchildren will get to know their grandmother.


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