When I was 6 or so my sister was born, since then my mother has been depressed/ suffering bi polar, you name it, she had it. Most importantly I suffered it. Beaten daily, emotionally abused hourly, I suffered this for 12years keeping silent...concussions and bruises were 'falling out of trees' or 'playing netball' none of it really mattered since who would believe the butter wouldn't melt in her mouth woman was a child abuser (I stress never sexually).

I moved out when I was 16, ended up moving in with a not so good guy. However, I now have an awesome guy, in my last year of university and have a group of awesome friends.

Where is the confession I hear you all ask since this appears more of a life story?? I confess when I was 14 I spat in my mothers coffee because I was fed up of the treatment and running around after her...take that and you never knew.