victoria schwab

My Story of Abuse

As long as I can remember I’ve always been treated differently. By family, friends, significant others whatever. Never really been loved by my own mother, father left when I was born, had a step father but wasn’t his child so you know how that went.. How it all started was when my mother had me at fifteen years old. My father was twenty-two at the time. Denied my existence and said I wasn’t his even though he took me to his family’s house for a weekend. Ha can you imagine that? He wasn’t then nor will ever be a man. He probably was scared because my mother was a teenager and he was an adult. Kinda messed up isn’t it?