He Called You A Stupid Whore - Children Need Strong Mothers

You have a daughter looking on while you cry, because daddy kicked you in the head, yelling you’re a bitch.

She sees you smile when her daddy is not home, then turn cold turkey as soon as you hear that truck pulled up.

She has recognised the patterns, learned the habits.

You think she’s not thinking, and wondering what’s going on; little did you know, those nightmares that wake her up in the middle of the night, has everything to do with your abusive life.

Your son watching daddy, rule you with an iron fist. You have no say; you have no friends. Isolated from your families.

He’s growing into a man like his daddy, continuing the cycle of abuse and violence, repeating his daddy’s attitude of someone else’s innocent daughter.

Your little darling little princess gets the wrong idea. She’s supposed to be treated like her daddy is treating you.

Comes the day, when you’ll see her with a black eye, bruises, and broken bones, giving you excuse that doesn’t add up.

You could only watch and cry, try to tell her to leave, but she learnt from you. There’s no getting away, no escape. You taught her obedience and submission are the only way.

Then a daughter and a son down the road, to complete the family made in heaven facade.

And her own perfect cycle of chaining in abusive comes to reality.

True family life she grew up in, the only type of family she knew, now completed, ready to have its seed spread down the coming generation

Your darling little boy grew into an unstable young man, fragile and broken. Daddy called you a stupid whore in front of him. Now a man, married a nice girl who grew up in a loving home. She goes to her parents with bruises from top to toes. Her caring mother asked what happened, but like you and your daughter, she lied in fear of her life. The poisonous seed grew in your hands as you feed him violence and abuse through your silence and weakness, has matured into a figure to fear, instead of a gentleman to adore and to be loved for his loving deeds from a gentle heart inside.

A year or two down the road, a son and daughter, their little secret perfect abusive family life behind iron doors, take off.

Your unhealthy sick roots spreading like a disease with many innocent generations to come into a world that could have been better, if you were strong enough to take the step to walk out and seek help and justice.

You swear you loved your darling babies with your life, but you didn’t save their lives when they desperately needed your loving mother touch. You let them down with your weakness; you allowed your fears to betray them and to rob them of a normal healthy life, not only for them but for many more generations down the road.

You wish you could do it again differently, but that is too late. You could only watch them suffer as you bury yourself under guilt and pain of a wish too late to make it true.

Now I see you with your head down, wishing you could do anything to break the cycle and save lives of men going to prison for assaults, and murder of women and children. Women and children suffer mentally, physically and emotional damage and pay for your own suffering and weakness with their lives.

It's never too late to save yourself, your children, and future generations from domestic violence and abuse.

Your courage means a better world with less violence against women and children. It means the calming sound of merry children filled the air. It means you cared enough to start the process against domestic violence, but the most important part - is that it means a lot to someone whose misery ended with joy and gratefulness.