Memoires of an Abuse Victim
Be warned folks, this is a long one. This all started back some time around 1976 give or take, although from what I've been told it started even earlier than that before I was even born. My parents had gotten married and were trying for a baby, although due to complications my mother miscarried twice and in 1978 I barely survived on the operating table after being choked to death inside my mother on an umbilical cord and coming out feet first. The next few years were of blissful ignorance as my memories and language skills were still developing. My first true memory was my first day at primary school as I recalled an argument taking place downstairs. I started looking around my room taking in everything. It felt like everything was new and had only just been put in place. I looked inside an old dark wooden wardrobe and saw various clothes hanging inside it. My thoughts at the time were "this is mine, this is also mine, whose are those?" I looked at a pair of pink s