A dysfunctional family life 🤨

It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I write these words from my own memories of my past life, as I read a story that reminded me of my own past life. 🤨 What the abuse had done to me a reflection upon my own life and world. 🌎 For I can relate to this story of living with a abusive man, not my real father. 🤨 YET he felt it necessary to hit me and to put his hands on me, when he was drunk punching and hitting me with his fist. 👊 Yet my own mother would say to me that's what you a man in your life. 😲 Yet treating it like it was alright even to the point of calling me that bastard child. 🤨 BECAUSE my real father couldn't deal with her attitude, because he left her to raise me alone. But thank GOD I had my grandparents to raise me. 😞 YET that didn't stop the abuse, it just got worser as time moved on, as I got older with age of reaching the age 13 years old. For sure I told him there's gonna come a time, when I will be able to defend myself, from your abusive ways and I'm sure as hell has no fury like of a child, tired of being abused. I'm gonna to kill you 😠 he stood there and laughed at me. 😂 While that time came and I've had enough of the abuse. 😔 So I stood my grounds and went into action,😠 I cut him and stabbed him cut his throat and left him bleeding on the kitchen floor. That cost me three years of my juvenile life, in a juvenile facility until I turn 16 years old. That's when my grandparents took custody of me at 16 years old. 🙏