( ﾟ -ﾟ)My father became very ill when I was about 8, and struggled to get out of bed for 2 years.

My mother then started to abuse me physically and emotionally after that, because he wasn't there to moderate her behavior. Occasions were the worst, because she tried to get love and attention from me that I couldn't give her, and flicked from hysterical crying to chasing my sister and I with hammers or cutlery. The only lockable door in our house is cracked and punctured from her attacks.

When I was 10 or 11 years of age she kissed me in a sexual way, she made sure our kiss was sexual. It was disgusting, how dare she touch me in that way. She tried to make me a surrogate husband cause her actual husband despised her and was too sick to do anything about it. I got sexual comments from her for the next 8 years, and was touched in ways that humiliated me.

It wasn't my fault. It doesn't matter to me if she dies; I won't go to the funeral - I don't want to be part of it.