My life as a Princess

On July 10th 1976,at 10:30 pm, I arrived in this world. A head full of strawberry hair,that would later fade to blonde and eyes that would be emerald green. I was the 3rd child (only girl) of a very hardworking,honest,loving father and the only child of a psychotic mother. I am not kidding she was on a weekend pass from the nut ward when my daddy met her, why it didn't click with him then I will never know. I spent my formative years with nannies and housekeepers and in daycare,where my mother would often forget to pick me up, even though she didn't work most of the time. My father drove a truck over the road and was gone most of the time. Also living in the hell I call home were my 2 half brothers, who were 1 and 3 when she met my father and since their mother just walked away from them (he sure can pick'em can't he), my mother was the only one they ever had even though she never acted like it. I learned at a young age to keep my mouth shut and fly below the radar. This worked very well until I was 13 when both my brothers had left home. My mother would spend the week beating my brothers senseless,and then the weekends waging a war with my father. I witnessed my brothers getting tied to their beds,locked outside naked,beaten black and blue. From about the time I was 3 and my brothers were 7 and 8 we were the household slaves. By 8 I could cook an entire meal ,vacuum the floors,do the laundry, pay bills and much more. My mother never lifted a finger. I lived for the weekend when my father would lavish me with attention that I was deprived of all week. Things were not that bad for me until my brothers were gone,because until then most of my mother's anger went towards them. But with them gone I was the only target my mother had left, and she hated me with a passion because I was everything that she could never be. The constant abuse tore my brothers down,by the time they left they were nothing, but it only made me stronger, more determined. By the time my oldest brother left the house he had been molesting me for 5 yrs, backlash I think for him getting the brunt of the abuse.He continued on in his meaningless life and now is wanted in 5 states. My younger brother did a little better but not much, He went through a drug phase and 3 marriages. I hung on and fought, trying to still stay under the radar for the most part and count the days til I could leave. Our final battle was just after I turned 17, My mother broke my ankle,my collarbone and gave me a scratch so deep I still wear the scar on my chest til this day. But I fought back that time and I fought hard, my mother pretty much let me be after that. Not long after I met my Knight in shining armor and worked towards my escape plan.