I am out of the family house and much happier for that, but I had a memory come back to me recently that I never realised was really fucked up until I told my therapist. I'd like to share it so I can maybe sleep better tonight.I was maybe 12 at the oldest, with two sisters below 10 years old. My youngest sister had a pony and we were walking it in a park, with my parents.This pony decided it wouldn't walk over this little stream, neither love nor money would make it move.We could have found another way to go, or turned back, but my mother just absolutely lost her shit. She got on the back of this pony and tried to walk it over the stream, didn't work. She got mad as hell, and she got a stick and hit this horse to make it move. She was hitting it like crazy, and she got off and began to shout at it and was kicking it in the stomach (while on the ground herself). Some onlookers started to shout at my mum to stop and to say she had no right to abuse this poor horse, and my mum started screaming at them, stomping her feet, like a cartoon character or something.I don't think my dad did anything, and me and my sisters were frozen to the spot, not speaking, not moving. I just remember being so terrified by her, but unable to look away. I feel sorry for my youngest sister, who must have blamed herself.At the time (when my mum was taking us home and berating everyone and everything) I believed her and thought that she was right to shout at the onlookers, and to hit the horse. I don't know how.This isn't the only time my mum, and my dad, neglected or hit animals. They neglected us, and hit us kids too. I suppose it would make sense to mistreat anything with less power than you, if you want to. I hope sharing this will help my mind to rest, and my body too. via /r/abusiveparents https://ift.tt/2Gn2APT
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