I grew up in a household where we woke up to beatings every day where my parents used to watch as a relative raped me again and again and then when I would cry would laugh. When my sister and I were growing up if we did something bad my parents would take off for days sometimes weeks and I would be left to take care of her by myself as a kid myself. I spent my whole life trying to be perfect and be enough but I could never quite do it , As a matter of fact if my sister I did even the smallest thing wrong we lived in fear of horrible punishments… We were raped and s******* abused emotionally beaten on a daily basis. The one time I got the courage to actually tell children services what was going on I think I was in middle school after the case was dismissed my punishment my father took the family dog out to the backyard and make me watch as he beat and shot him to death another time my sister and I were “bad “and we were all in the car and my father made us sit in the car with him as he repeatedly Ran over a poor baby reindeer. My childhood was a living hell and my parents are monsters I truly believe that they are psychopaths and I have no idea how I even f****** survived. I really don’t know but I am so emotionally damaged as a result I will never be normal. I don’t blame other people for judging or going away because they don’t understand. No one really understands what it’s like to have to grow up like this. I know this sounds horrible but I wouldn’t cry a tear if they both dropped dead they are two horrible monsters