I gave birth when I was very young. My boyfriend’s parents insisted he was not responsible for the pregnancy. He knew his parents were lying. Between the two of us, we knew the things we did that led to the pregnancy. There was no one else I did those things with but him. So who else would have fathered my child?

Instead of accepting responsibility for his actions, he listened to his family. They told him to reject the baby and he did. He came clean about it later but how is that fair to me?

I was living with my brother when the pregnancy happened. When he found out he got the guy arrested. The case went to court. In spite of all this, the guy’s family insisted he was not the father of my unborn child. The court heard them out but ruled that they should take care of me till the baby arrives. After delivery, they should conduct a DNA test to prove that the child indeed is not theirs.

These people didn’t take care of me. It was my mother who took care of me till I had the baby. As for my brother, he didn’t let me have it easy. He made sure I felt the heat of my mistakes. I experienced frustration to the point of depression. My brother insulted me every chance he got. The guy’s family also went about spreading lies about me. Everywhere I passed, someone was either mocking me or making snide comments about the pregnancy. All because I didn’t have a responsible partner standing by me.

I was angry. I hated myself for allowing myself to be put in the family way by someone who abandoned me. This is someone I stood with when his life was hard. He lived with his father, stepmother, and siblings. His stepmother treated him differently from her other children. Sometimes he didn’t even have money to eat. I became a thief because of him. I would steal money from my brother and give him to go to school.

He always had a lot of chores to do while his siblings did nothing. I felt pity for him so I would go to his house and help him out.

Imagine my pain in knowing that someone I did all this for turned his back on me the minute it was convenient for him. He made it look like his parents forced him to betray me but I believe he was part of it. It favoured him so he jumped on it. My heart was beyond broken but what could I have done? I had to gather the courage and face my path. After delivery, I went back to school while my mother took care of the baby.

Although I finally moved on with my life, I still carry my past with me. The pain I suffered during the pregnancy continues to haunt me. It doesn’t also help matters that I am facing challenges in my marriage currently. All of it has made me bitter toward my child.

He is a lovely ten-year-old boy who bears an uncanny resemblance to his father. When I see him, all I see is pain, betrayal, and disappointment. So every little mistake he makes earns him a beating. I am not happy with the way I treat him but I cannot bring myself to stop it. I don’t hate him. He just reminds me too much of his father. I feel pain when I set my eyes on him.

Ironically, my husband does not treat him badly at all. The relationship between them is that of a father and a son, not stepfather and stepson. It’s just unfortunate that my husband’s attention is divided. He is too busy doing things outside to pay attention to my emotional needs. When he also annoys me, I take it out on my son.

I know I am not okay emotionally. I feel depressed but people don’t know this about me. All they see are the manifestations of my messed-up state of mind. They see a wicked mother. They don’t see me break down in tears when I am filled with regret for beating my child.

I have tried everything within my power to overlook some of his wrongdoings but before I know it, I am beating him. When am doing it too, I do it with the pain from my past.

Please help me out of this. I want to stop making an innocent child pay for something he doesn’t know anything about. I too want to be free from the shackles of my past. I have carried this thing for ten years. I feel sick; emotionally, physically, and psychologically.

I have tried to open up to people close to me but they all don’t believe me. They think I am just an abusive mother. But I am dying slowly from all the negativity within me. Please help me with suggestions. If anyone here has experienced what I am going through, tell me how you overcame it.

– Audrey