Showing sad stories for tag "abuse"

I Wanted You

lonely1227

19 May, 2018 06:03 AM

I was abused physically and sexually when I was younger. I felt no love from either of my parents due to this and I decided to isolate myself. I had no true friends at school I would feel comfortable talking to about these things, so I took my sadness to the online community. I stumbled and fell trying to find the right site to express myself, and ended up on xat. It was a random room, filled with words and names flying by. A girl with the screen name Puppy messaged me, and she asked what my name was. I am a guy, and I have always identified as one. In that moment, I decided to reply that my name was Kate. Girls were more popular, more likable, able to make friends. That's how I always saw it, anyways. Puppy and I became close quickly, and she introduced me to... [Read More]

Tags: Long Distance, Abandoned, Lies, Abuse, Online, Love Story, Love
Votes: 9
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Love me like you do

Divi

02 Sep, 2016 04:32 PM

Never thought I would fall in love with a serial killer. He was my high school sweetheart,My handsome husband, my boo....and my tear in my heart. I'm an idiot for falling in love with him I wish I never spoke to him, or had kids with him or even looked at him. I guess it's because of my bad luck I fell in love with him. I don't exactly feel in love with him no more I just feel so sick. The day I married him it was amazing I felt like I'm going to die happy and live with hope and happiness forever. Our honey moon was a tropical breeze in the Bahamas it was beautiful and charming. We spent almost ten thousand in it but it so worth it. Almost worth it. We relaxed and had fun. Two months flew being married it was great. We never fought... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Marriage, Murder
Votes: 8
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What To Do

Morgan

23 Nov, 2011 10:00 PM

I feel so lost.. because I feel that I am the only one going through with this problem. My father lives in California, and my mother in Ohio. I live with my mother in Ohio, and I visit my father during the holidays. But I don't really love my father because he is a control freak. I am never aloud to have my phone and I am always trapped in his little apartment which I have to sleep on his couch every time I visit him(like the holidays and the whole summer). And I never really want to be seen with him because he is always or well most of the time annoying me and forcing me to wear these horrible clothes, and when we fight in public I am afraid people think I am a mean person when they don't even know the story. And since I go to... [Read More]

Tags: Sadness, Sexual Abuse, Bad Parents, Tears, Help, Abuse, Molested
Votes: 8
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The love of a father

Tory

17 Jan, 2013 08:43 PM

She slowly pushed the blade in to her arm and pulled it down her, feeling the sting, feeling the sense of freedom from everything that had been in her head. There was the singular sharp, sweet sting as the blade sliced her skin. Not to deep but deep enough to make herself bleed, she whispered to herself, "It's just one cut. I'll be ok, just no more." She put the blade down and wiped the blood from the cut she had just made. She looked back down at the blade. "I need more," she thought. She picked the blade up and put it to her arm and made one more, and another and another. After she realized what she had done and how full her arm was of cuts. She cried and started wiping the blood from her arm. "Why did I do this to myself." She looked down at... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Love, Father, Family, Self Harm, Suicide, Death, Cutting, Depression
Votes: 7
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Hidden Pain

Amanda

12 Dec, 2011 09:54 PM

Once upon a time there was young lady. This lady had experienced more pain than most her age. At 21, many viewed her as having a mindset of a sixty year old. Many complimented her on being so mature, so independent, yet, no one dared asked why she was the way she way. This is her story. At five years old Megan* saw her first snow. She remembers it clearly because not only was it her first snow, it was her first truck ride. You see, Megan and her family took at trip with their step day to Washington, to drop off his freight. (he was a semi truck driver) Megan was only five, but she couldn't get over the beauty of the snow flakes flowing around her. Megan was five, and she couldn't help see the magic in the trees. Megan was five, and she couldn't understand why her... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Step Dad, Family, Suffering
Votes: 7
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Love < Lost < Lust

Dani

03 Feb, 2015 04:54 AM

She never was wanted. "I am never wanted nor am I picked first... I just wanted to fit in and be like one of them!" She cries in the corner of her bedroom. Red ooze seeps onto her pajama sleeves but not even that pain could be felt. The pain in her heart was just too much for her small sickly frame could support. She wanted to die and no one could hear her last scream. They left her. April 19, 2013 Young Daniella Roselyn, "Dani.", had the life. Her parents and family supported her in every way they could possible. They spoiled her relentless with gifts and love. God was even in her life. What was wrong? She met people but always held a shield. Who can blame her? She was molested 3 times. Boys were her worst fear instead of it being her dream. Then she met him.... [Read More]

Tags: Heartbroken, Abuse, Abandoned, Ignored, Love, Lust, Lost Love
Votes: 6
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My Story

Jessica

01 Nov, 2012 12:06 AM

6 years ago I was abused. My parents got divorced cause my dad threw my mom across the hall and she hit a wooden toy box. My sister got choked against a wall. I tried to stop him and he pushed me down.My sister's actually my cousin but her parents are dead and in a looney bin. I am his only daughter. He's changed. He's remarried. He promised me if he ever got married I would be the first to know. I didn't know till I got a text. "She said yes!" My mom's boyfriend hits my sister and the government got into it. Oh so much help. Now today I come home everyday to verbal abuse called a bitch or fat ass. Then my mom wonders why I don't talk to her. Today, Halloween, I went to school with make up on. I cried on the bus. The gym.... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Failure, Fake, Tears, Sucide, Sad, Girl, Depression
Votes: 0
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False Creature

miguel diaz

11 Dec, 2013 01:41 AM

I was running for dear life. I was afraid this creature was going to doing something I won’t enjoy. As he keep chasing me his face structure was getting more red. I felt like he was going pop. I’m running through these woods. The woods look like a dream I had once. Foggy, wet , scary, and dark. I felt like a crazy person. Am I crazy? Is this big human looking dog just a vision. As I running I began to slow down. I think I lost this creature. I then see my grandma’s house ahead of an odd looking trail. The trail has the weirdest looking footprint I’ve ever seen. This footprint consist of two toes and half a foot palm. I follow the trail to my grandma’s house. I get to the door. The door had a broken doorknob and some kind of liquid on it. I... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Crazy, Angry, Insane
Votes: -3
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Sex & Drugs

Danelle

04 Jun, 2013 05:49 PM

Silently, I walked in the pouring rain, towards that old abandoned bus station, running away from Daddy again. He was drunk again, and the sting from the smack across my face began to burn with every rain drop that spilled on it. My jaw ached and I could feel my sweater rubbing against my back, against the open wounds from Daddy's belt. He loved adding to the scars. He always had a fascination with making me cry. Then he'd spit on me, and laugh at me. "Crying is for the weak, stupid little bitch! Cry a river if you want. No one cares!" "Daddy, I'm sorry.. I love you.. Please, stop.." I would beg and plead for hours sometimes. That only edged him on more. I sat on the only bench that wasn't drenched in water and buried my head in my hands. I could still feel the burn from... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Alone, Cutting, Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Depression, Bipolar, Scared
Votes: -4
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My Life

Jason

20 Oct, 2015 08:10 PM

I wrote a story a while ago also called "My Life". This story is the full story that answers a lot of questions. This story is the truth and only the truth, I warn you now this story is full of the worst of this planet. I was born may 22, 1999. My mother Cristina could not take of me, so she put me through foster homes, until the Torrens family decided to adopt me when I was 4. They were about to adopt me when Daren Torrens shot himself in front of me. I was then put back in the foster homes and then I was adopted by the Torrens when I was 5. Kelly, my stepmom, didn't talk and avoided me. When I was 8 Jeremy Capello married Kelly. He was 6 foot 7 inches and played basketball. He locked me in the bathroom and only let me... [Read More]

Tags: Suicide, Abuse, Heartbreak, Love
Votes: -46
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