When I was younger my mother would abuse me, she was an alcoholic and they were always fighting. When she punished (hit, yelled at) me and my brother, he would cry. It did not have the same effect on me, i got brave and i fought back. It got me into more trouble obviously, but i stood up to her. My father was/is a kind man, and he stood up to her. And told her to leave us alone. But she did not listen. One time when i was nine, she lied to my dad and told him that i had stolen some money or something. He believed her, but i still fought for myself. I yelled, I screamed at them, hoping that my point was made. He believed me over the drunken bitch sitting in my room. He should have left her, thrown her out. But he didn't.
     She beat us almost every day, i was covered in bruises. She drank every day, up until 2009 when i was ten. It was in April, we went to a holiday park, with just me, my mother and my brother. We also met up with a group of mothers friends. It was around ten at night, and me and my brother (Alex) were supposed to be asleep. He was, but i was wide awake. I had problems sleeping when i was younger, had to take medicine. When lying there i overheard her talking to her friends, but they weren't replying. I crawled out of the tent and looked at her. She had a phone in her hand and was talking to someone. She saw me sitting there and just walked away. I followed her, slowly. She walked behind her car, and then she sat down. She was laughing at the person on the phone, she seemed happy. She said 'I Love You' then hung up. I walked up to her and asked if it was dad, she said no, and told me that it was just a friend and to keep my mouth shut. I did, not because i was scared about what she would do to me, but because my father loved her (somehow) and i didn't wan't to wreck that, since he was the only one which cared.