22 July 2010, 11:23 pm
well.. I'm 15. I've been abused my whole life. Emotionally and physically. yes I know, teenagers can be very dramatic. No, i'm not exaggerating this at all. I simply need help, and I ask just for the facts, thanks to all who answer. So here's the little testimony thing I wrote: I am Lexi ******, and I wish to be emancipated at the age of 16. First of all, this isn’t something I’m doing that I‘m going to regret later- It‘s not something I‘m doing simply out of immaturity and eagerness to marry the man I love. This is something that I want for my life. I love my parents, and yes, they will always be my parents, but I no longer wish to live in their household. I’m ready to be my own person in this world. I’m not angry, I’m doing what I feel is in my best interest. I’m going to continue attending high school, and will graduate and attend college. If the emancipation is a success, I’m going to be living in an apartment and making my own money until I marry my fiancée. The truth is that I have spent my life in an abusive household. Yes, it is better now that I‘m older, but the simple truth is that I’m ready to stand on my own two feet. My parents tried, and I have forgiven them, but it’s time for me to start supporting myself. As a child, I not only experienced emotional abuse, but at the age of 12, extreme physical abuse. The first physical abuse I experienced was in a hotel in Evansville, IN. My mother was in a nearby hospital after recently giving birth to my younger brother, Perry. My older brother Marcus, my father and I were staying at the hotel. It was the day after my mother gave birth to Noah, and he had been screaming, constantly. Although this is obviously common for newborns, it was becoming too much for my mother, and she began crying when it was time for us to go. Innocently worried about my mother, I cried too. My father had always been, as long as I’d known him, very hotheaded. Being around him was like walking on eggshells, and that was how I was used to living. The moment I began to cry, my father started muttering his anger to me, telling me how he was going to beat me. Although this was nothing new to my brother, who had repeatedly been choked by my father, hit, shoved, and just about everything else you can think of, but it was pretty new to me; I had very rarely been the target, so you can imagine that I was already nervous. It didn’t stop on the way to the hotel, and when we got to the room, my father exploded with anger. He screamed at me, and it still amazes me to this day that my older brother sat in the other room, doing nothing, and that not a soul in that hotel even called the front desk. My father demanded that I packed my things, and he was going to “beat me senseless”, and then take me to my grandmother’s house, back home. I remember my hands shaking insanely as I shoved my toothbrush and other toiletries into my bag. My whole life, I’d just wanted to please my daddy. I just wanted to make him happy, and now that he was angry with me, just me, it felt as if the whole world was crashing down on me. Finally, I made him angry enough to get in my face, keep threatening me, backing me farther back into the bathroom. He yelled and yelled, and I felt as if it wasn’t even real, begging myself to wake up from a terrible nightmare- I didn’t. If it was a nightmare, I’m still in it. He finally shoved me down, the impact causing me to fall harshly onto the floor, my head slamming against the bathtub. I cried, terrified enough to wet my pants at the age of 12. On that day, something inside of me changed. I lost so much of who I am, so much confidence, only through the strength I’ve found in God have I been able to gain that back. That was definitely not, by the way, the only of my father’s abuse that damaged me. Having to listen to and watch all of the abuse he dished out at my brother and my mother, all of those years, changed who I was dramatically. The things he did will forever be in my mind, but I have forgiven my father. He is a different man now, and I am glad for that. My father was not the only one I had to forgive, though. I had to forgive my mother for staying with him, and I had to forgive my brother for leaving me there alone with them when he was 17 and living in his vehicle. I have done that, and now it’s time for me to go. Recently, my brother shoved me so hard i ended up falling over piled suitcases and ending up on the floor almost behind a recliner.. my mother watched and did nothing because she was angry with me also. I leave Noah behind, knowing that he will be just fine with my improved parents. I suppose Marcus and I got the short end of the stick, being born 12 plus years before Perry. Marcus did get the shortest end, which I’ve always hated for him. Moving on from my past, I’m ready to move on with my life, starting with this emancipation. I can only hope that the court will be understanding. Do you think I can be successful in this? Being Jan, I said I am saving money now and will have a job at 16. I am saving money now with odd jobs. Please read the entire thing before you answer...... Read More »
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