I've spoken a lot about my father here before, but how about my mother? There's not much I know about her, aside from the fact she's proven time and time again that she's a violent primate.
My mother is a long-tailed macaque, a type of monkey native to SEA, they usually inhabit forests, and in the Philippines they're common in the mountainous regions. No fucking idea how my father found this one and managed to impregnate it, all I know is that my existence is an anomaly.
Anyways being the resource hungry primate she is, she separated from my father some time after I was born due to him not being financially sufficient, or in monkey language "no moolah". She took me then moved into an apartment, I've lived in apartments for practically most of my life, aside from that one time we moved into a house next to my aunt's, and we currently live on a plot of land, in the forest by the way, her natural habitat!
Anyways without the supervision of my human father, I was treated like an animal, I constantly got beat for the smallest things, got screamed at, and locked into rooms, this violence continued for years before cooling down into just verbal abuse.
I had really bad trauma as a child, I remember having a nightmare at 5 where she was chasing me down and trying to rip my throat out, I woke up with a shocked, I cried and felt like I was gonna vomit, I can still feel it, I can still recall every detail until now.
I eventually got used to the violence, getting beaten for trivial matters was nothing out of the ordinary, getting screamed at was the norm, I didn't think anything of it, that was life for me, but eventually I realized something was wrong.
At school, I saw how other parents treated their children, I thought they were being spoiled, I saw how other kids were forgiven for making small mistakes, and being shown affection, and I realized my home life isn't normal.
I also saw how when other kids got punished, the were usually hit on the rear, whereas my mother was brutal, she wanted me to feel as much pain as possible. She'd whack the top of my hands with a stick, stab me in the face and ribs with a broom, lashed my back with hangers until they broke, hit me over the head with her phone. These were the common punishments, she also did other things but they were either done once or rarely
My mother never thought me anything good, never thought me how to speak monkey, the only thing I learned was that I'm an abused dog and I serve no purpose in this world aside from being treated like shit.
She doesn't beat me anymore, but she still squeals at me, and I can understand what she's saying now because I've learnt monkey language over the years. She tells me that I'm useless and retarded, she told me and her family that she wishes I was never born, that she wants to get rid of me.
I began to resent her so fucking much that I have a nightmare atleast once every 2 nights where I fight back and try to murder her, the tables have turned, and I'm getting tired of the abuse.
Just another chapter of my dogshit life
My mother is a long-tailed macaque, a type of monkey native to SEA, they usually inhabit forests, and in the Philippines they're common in the mountainous regions. No fucking idea how my father found this one and managed to impregnate it, all I know is that my existence is an anomaly.
Anyways being the resource hungry primate she is, she separated from my father some time after I was born due to him not being financially sufficient, or in monkey language "no moolah". She took me then moved into an apartment, I've lived in apartments for practically most of my life, aside from that one time we moved into a house next to my aunt's, and we currently live on a plot of land, in the forest by the way, her natural habitat!
Anyways without the supervision of my human father, I was treated like an animal, I constantly got beat for the smallest things, got screamed at, and locked into rooms, this violence continued for years before cooling down into just verbal abuse.
I had really bad trauma as a child, I remember having a nightmare at 5 where she was chasing me down and trying to rip my throat out, I woke up with a shocked, I cried and felt like I was gonna vomit, I can still feel it, I can still recall every detail until now.
I eventually got used to the violence, getting beaten for trivial matters was nothing out of the ordinary, getting screamed at was the norm, I didn't think anything of it, that was life for me, but eventually I realized something was wrong.
At school, I saw how other parents treated their children, I thought they were being spoiled, I saw how other kids were forgiven for making small mistakes, and being shown affection, and I realized my home life isn't normal.
I also saw how when other kids got punished, the were usually hit on the rear, whereas my mother was brutal, she wanted me to feel as much pain as possible. She'd whack the top of my hands with a stick, stab me in the face and ribs with a broom, lashed my back with hangers until they broke, hit me over the head with her phone. These were the common punishments, she also did other things but they were either done once or rarely
My mother never thought me anything good, never thought me how to speak monkey, the only thing I learned was that I'm an abused dog and I serve no purpose in this world aside from being treated like shit.
She doesn't beat me anymore, but she still squeals at me, and I can understand what she's saying now because I've learnt monkey language over the years. She tells me that I'm useless and retarded, she told me and her family that she wishes I was never born, that she wants to get rid of me.
I began to resent her so fucking much that I have a nightmare atleast once every 2 nights where I fight back and try to murder her, the tables have turned, and I'm getting tired of the abuse.
Just another chapter of my dogshit life
