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Stomach wrenching reminders of a past almost forgotten. Staring at the TV screen at childhood happiness. The fun times that were had. The careless abandon shown through. The tape rolled closer to the end. Screams from my mother and father echo through the television. My mothers raised voice saying that i didnt deserve the gifts that i had gotten. How i wasnt worth enough to accept such things.The knot rising in my stomach as i watch and hear all of this. The next thing i hear from her is how she wished she had gotten rid of me when she had the chance. My father took to my defence as usual. Proclaiming that the only reason she didnt want me was because she didnt plan it and that she knew i would be better than her.My mother lashed back at him saying that as long as she was around i wouldnt be anything. Adding that i ruined her life and screwed up all of her plans.

  The cake was beautiful, It was My Little Pony as i had asked for. In the background bone-chilling glares from my mother down on me. Anger spread over her face as i blew out my candles and went for my gifts. I was five years old.

  I remember that night my father came and tucked me into bed and said his usual statement that sent me off to dream land. "goodnight princess, I love you". FIve minutes later as i was falling asleep. My mother came in, I asked her innocently as a child would do "did you have fun at my party mommy?". She smacked me across the face, adding to it "you are a mockery to this family, and you will never ever have another party like this as long as i live, You do not deserve this,You are a terrible child."

  Five years old..and if i had known what was to come. Could i have changed things? That was the start of my life with my mother. When my father was around. she kept her mouth shut. When he was gone. She made me her punching bag emotionally and sometimes physically