In the early morning, I finally finished watching this movie that I had been afraid to watch.
It's not about exposing the scars anymore, it's a way for me to face the past.
I want to use this film to talk about myself.
At the same time, this is the first time I have officially told everyone about my past. It takes courage, and I don't think it's a shameful past. For me, this is a story of Nirvana rebirth.
I am a child who has lived in a domestic violence family for seventeen years. There is a line I once read that I think is quite right: Happy families are all alike, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes.
The following text describes my story, maybe a little unbelievable, maybe a little cruel, but these are real things that happened to me.
Ever since I was a child, what I heard most in my memory was the beatings and scoldings of my parents arguing. What I saw the most was my father's hideous face when they were arguing. The smell of alcohol makes me want to vomit. The deepest etched in my mind was a bright red scene, my mother's bloody face, and my desperate cry of collapse. When I closed my eyes, my mother's eyes and forehead were sealed with more than ten stitches, and she came over and hugged me...
This is not a nightmare, this is a bloody reality. As a child, I remember that the most painful thing was my mother's hair. Because every time there was an argument, my father always turned into a drunken demon from the bed and pulled my mother's hair up and slapped her. Once, my mother's face was swollen like bread. She wanted to run but was held tightly. Her father abused her with swear words and spat at her. When I was young, I always stood in front of my mother, but was pushed aside by my father. The father always drank into the middle of the night, woke up the sleeping mother, and drove her away after the violence was finished. Sometimes, my mother was kicked out of the house wearing only her underwear... At that time, I always cried heartbreakingly.
My parents had two lawsuits, each of which ended in failure. Just like in the movie, the court always protects the defendant and does not recommend divorce, only mediation.
Disgusting and scary reality...
The father in the film made me see the same similar him. They are both violent and extreme characters. Disobedience and disobedience in exchange for threats and abuse. No matter where you fled, I will never let you go. Since I was a child, the door of my house has been kicked down countless times, and in the end it was simply not repaired. My mother and I were crying and hiding in the corner of the house, yelling not to come over, we were wrong and so on. After all, the real situation is not like a movie, and few neighbors will really help you, and no police will actually take my father away. In the end, I always take notes and leave because of family disputes... When I was a child, 110 became a phone call that I had to make once a month...
Later, my mother would often hide at my grandmother's house, and I would go to my grandmother's house. I see her less and less, and my father is still the same, drinking every day to get through...
Just like that, I graduated from high school. When I went to school abroad for two months, I attempted suicide for the first time. Moderate Depression and Anxiety Detected on Return
. The two-way depression was so painful that I couldn't breathe day and night. Heart palpitations, tremors, neurasthenia and various emotional breakdowns. I went through those dark days, crying, taking medicine and thinking of dying...
The shadow of the original family affects a child for a lifetime. Since then, my fragile character and pessimism have persisted.
After more than half a year of cultivation, I began to believe in Buddhism, and at the same time, with the help of friends and family, my depression gradually recovered. It was the most painful half year of my life, but fortunately, I survived. I would like to thank the people who have been with me all the time. Without you, I might not be able to live now. Really thank you all...
Recalling this, my heart feels like it's being pulled up in pain. It doesn't really mean much to talk about these gloomy days.
I wrote this blood and tears article because I am a victim of domestic violence.
Resolutely boycott and call on everyone to oppose domestic violence! ! !
Recently, I often see various videos of women being insulted, beaten, and abused. At the same time as my heart is broken, I want to tell these women who have been abused at home, don't be soft-hearted, and don't think about it for the sake of their children. People's life is in their own hands. For the future of their children, they must learn to protect themselves and let go!
Divorce is not scary, what is scary is a loveless future!
Finally, I want to say...
Friends who read this article don't have to console me again. Right now, I'm doing well, and I'll be stronger.
Everyone's life is not as glamorous as in the circle of friends. Everyone has their own despair and helplessness.
In the end, I hope that everyone can know their blessings and cherish their blessings, compare their hearts to their hearts, and be kind and sincere to be themselves. Be worthy of anyone, keep your original intention, and remember not to hurt others.
Because... a tolerant heart is more valuable than gold ❤️
Let's fight against domestic violence together!
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