I used to be a cheerful kid. I loved being the center of attention around the house, and still do. I was always curious about everything, asking questions about everything. I wasn't like any other kid like mom would say. I was very special to her.

Her life has always been about work. Work, work, work was all she did. There were times when we spent time together when I was little... but I don't remember much. Probably because I compressed my memories so deep that I have forgotten all the good memories about my childhood. The only thing that rises from that hole are my bad memories.

From what I remember, the horror all started on that one day - the day my mom had gotten off from work. I was with my dad at that time(age 3-4)... getting ready to pick her up from work. Once we got there, my father did something that he should have not done. While we drove around my mother's work parking lot (Target) he saw my mom hugging another guy. This guy was just a friend for **** sake. My father had always been an ass, even before they were together. He too, probably had a rough childhood. All I could remember was my dad telling me that my mom had cheated on him. I was confused about it, but for some reason I knew it was a lie, I couldn't accept it. He had always been a good liar to me... eh, I guess you could say my whole childhood was a lie, full of confusion and blurs.

He came out of the car and he argued with my mom. I was there staring at the whole thing. Then it came... he slapped my mom. It felt like the whole world had stopped. I stared at my dad... with that stink eye look on my face. The smile I once had was no longer there. My mother looked at me - wondering. She knew that I found out how much of a monster my dad was. That cheerful look that I always had on my face was gone forever. She knew I was angry, that I hated my father after that. I remember us(don't remember what parent) going to a park after that. I'm not sure it was after the work or before. I can't remember... All I remember was that I was at the park with someone for some reason. I remember that gut feeling I had... I knew something bad was about to happen. I was filled with lies by my parents, not knowing what was the real situation. Mother would probably say things to keep me from stop worrying. My father would lie about things to make my mother look bad. I couldn't trust my father.

By the time I arrived home, that's when the chaos happened. Both of my parents argued all day about that "man" at Target. My father would always bring up the past just to hurt my mom. He would make her cry in front of me, beat her. He was no longer my father... more like my enemy.

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Almost every single day they would argue about that day. My "Father" would call my mom names, tease her, and threaten her. I was terrified... broken inside. I had nowhere to scream for help. Whenever my dad would start losing the fight, he would bring back that same moment all the time - Her "boyfriend" at Target. Calling her a cheater and such. It was nothing like that. He just loved to make her sad and angry. I remember the days my mom would cry and take me into to the car to escape from that place my father calls "home sweet home". She would park at a random place, far away from home. She would cry, and cry. Say gibberish things that I didn't really understand at the time. She would hug me tight, and say sorry for things that weren't her fault.

Huh, seems like I mentioned more than I expected. By the way, I no longer live through this nightmare. My father is long gone. Just felt like sharing my story to others. :) I kept on thinking about it all day, I just had to write it.