ok i am going to try and make a start with talking about this, i will start with my aunt, i still dont feel quite ready to talk about my mum just yet but maybe after talking about my aunt i will so for now i will just stick to my aunt, i hope that that is ok and im sorry if i am making no sense.
To everyone else my aunt was this loving, kind, caring person,she took care of me from the time i was born on a daily basis while my mother was at work, when other people were around she would give me things, be nice say nice things and we would do nice things, she would give cuddles and kisses and make me feel special like she did care and that she loved me, but once i was alone with her from the age of around 5 (i dont know it could have been earlier but i dont know) she would be a completely different person, she would shout at me, say mean things to me tell me that my mother should never have had me that i was a horrible child and that she wished i was dead or had died before i was born, she would hit me,beat me, kick me, push me, punch me, lock me in a tiny room for hours at a time, break my toys and things around the house then tell my mother that i was the one who broke them, she would touch me and make me touch her do things to me that right now im sorry i just cannot put into words.
im sorry i feel now i have said way to much so i am going to stop now
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