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I remember the time when you made our lives, stand still with all horror and torment that you had put us through, from your sober and drunken habits to your outbursts of anger, this is what we were subjected to. I am writting this so I can be rid, of the burdens from my past whilst not being ashamed to let people know that they are not alone, in this world of violence that we call home. You would have our daughter by the hair, whilst putting your size eleven boot around her backside. I would arive home from work to find our daughters head full of lumps. When I asked what it was from, you would give some excuse that it was all her fault. Whilst looking upon a child too afraid to talk, with her eyes welling with tears I found myself reading her thoughts. Unable to hear the truth that should have passed our daughters lips. I found myself wondering why she was so lost, so far away from reach. If only I knew of what you were subjecting her to, I would have left never to return to you. But then you went and turned on my son, who at four was harmless this was the boy you said, you took on as your own. You despised my son, whilst holding the fact he belonged to someone else against him. So in return you held my baby by the throat on our loungeroom floor, whilst your daughter was subjected to look on. You did stop, once he had turned blue only to realise all oxygen had been stopped and his face had turned grey. I returned home to you drinking your guilt away whilst trying to stop me from waking them to say goodnight. You told me they had been good and that they were tired and it was sleep they needed for the morning to come. When I awoke wondering why my son had not risen from his sleep, I went and checked him then I stood in disbelief, that my babies throat was black and purple with a yellow tint. He could not speak for over a week. I was so ashamed that I left them alone with some one I thought I could trust. My violent nature would make its prescence known to a beast like you who is not a man. You would always wait till my back was turned so that I could not see or hear what you were subjecting my children to. But in the end I was told what I needed to hear, it was from my daughters lips of what you had done. I thought that whilst I was being subjected to verbal abuse, you would leave the children alone. How wrong I was to think that you were a man when underneith the surface you were a beast of an unhuman nature. This is our past of horror and it is brushed away with the darkness of the abyss to be left and never to set its eyes on our lives again.
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