My name is Maci. I'm 17. I live with my mother; my father was abusive. My life isn't as good as it seems, everyone at school thinks I have a perfect life just because I'm 'popular'. I was fine at first, it all changed about a year ago when my parents divorced. He was abusive, and I didn't know what to do or say. My mom didn't know, and I didn't want to ruin their relationship. I wanted my parents to be happy together. Even though I wasn't. They've been together for almost 6 years, and he abused me for 3 of them, well, until I told my mother. She thought I was lying, and she even put me in therapy. I felt trapped; I had nowhere to go.
Now, they are split up after my mother finally saw the bruises. She thought I did them to myself just because I 'didn't like him'. Yeah, you're right. I hated that man, and I still do. But I would never, and I mean never, give myself bruises just to ruin my mother's 'perfect relationship'. I wanted her to be happy, but after she thought I lied, I didn't care. I still don't. We barely talk anymore. I go home, and go straight to my room and lock the door, only coming out to use the bathroom or eat. She doesn't ask me how school was, or if I'm okay. I wouldn't tell her anyways, because I know she does not care. Or else she might have asked already.
She's still single. She thinks I will ruin all her relationships. She'll be better off if I just left, but I have no where to go. I'm in 11th grade. She can kick me out on my 18th birthday next year, which she might actually. Just to get what she wants. She doesn't care about her own daughter. But she did for the first 11 years of my life. Her world revolved around that man, and if her daughter ruined her world, she would make her life a living hell. She'd done a pretty good job at doing that too.
