Confession: "I Hate My Mother And I Want To Kill Her"
This is my true life story. I hate my mother and i feel like killing her. Yes I hate her so much. Just before you start insulting me hear my story.
It all started when my mum got pregnant at the age of 20, according to what I heard, her father was very poor and never had time for the family. When a rich family who have been childless for ten years heard about her they offered to buy the baby from her and she foolishly agreed. In fact that was the beginning of suffering for me, at age 0-5 everything was OK, in fact they treated me as their own child. But when I clocked five(5) my adopted mother became pregnant and every one felt it was as a result of my good luck.
She later gave birth to two sons making us two girls and two boys. One would have thought I would be treated nicely but that wasn’t the case. In fact that was when I was ignored the most and I eventually became a slave in the house. At first i couldn’t understand why my own mother would be so wicked to me until she eventually told me at age 15 that she wasn’t my mother and that they bought me from my family. She said
that as far as she is concerned I’m a slave and that she will continue to treat me as such.
On hearing this I ran to the kitchen crying and stabbed myself on the belly, my whole world fell down. I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors quickly saved me, when her husband came to the hospital he was heartbroken. In fact he started crying and for the first time he slapped his wife and ask her why she told me when they already agreed to tell me when I’m 18…
This man has always been good to me both as a father and a friend, in fact he was the one that taught me mathematics when I was slow in learning it. i believe this was among the many reasons his wife hated me because I was her husband's favorite. So after i recovered from the hospital, things went back to normal and she started acting nice. But all hell broke loose when two years later my adopted father died in an auto-crash when coming from a business trip.
At this time, I was 17 years and I had just finished secondary school. We were all devastated by the news, it wasn’t a good period, I must confess. After the funeral my adopted mother became really wicked to me, all my hope of going to the university died. Sometimes I was made to go for two days without eating, money wasn’t the problem because my adopted dad left behind a lot of investment.
There was this time that her brother came to stay with us and he molested me. I was still a virgin at that time. On that particular day, it was just both of us were at home because my adopted mum traveled with her children to the village for a family meeting. He forced his way into me and stole my pride as a woman…
After a year I realized that there was no future for me in that house, so I ran away in search for my biological mother. During this process I became homeless and had to sleep inn uncompleted houses and in the bushes. I was defiled on many occasions by robbery gangs who came and met me sleeping in their hide out!
One fateful day, I met a young lady and I begged her to give me money to buy food, at first she ignored me but later told me to follow her. She took me to her house, bath me and cooked for me, after which she told me to relax that this is my new home as from that day. I was so happy and I couldn’t believe there were still people wit a good heart…
The following day she told me that instead of giving my body free for food, that it was better i became a professional and make good money from it. That was when she told me that she is a prostitute and that she would love me to join her. I had no choice but to accept her offer…
I prostituted for three years. Soon I began living on my own in a well furnished apartment because I was sleeping with politicians and they were paying well. My friend met a guy that changed her life and stopped her from prostituting, he is a wealthy guy and he also got married to her. On their wedding day I met this fair guy who was so funny, we stated dating and I told him about my past and what led to my prostituting.
He felt sorry for me and told me that he loves me and that my past is a past tense. After two months he proposed to me and I accepted. My friend's parents accepted to act as my parents on the wedding day. My guy really showed me the love I deserved, he took me to New York for shopping and he promised to always love me.
Please people tell me SHOULD I FORGIVE THIS WOMAN???
After all I’ve gone through, I feel like killing her!
