Am stll trying to recover from my burned face therefore I'm not ready to face the society when I get discharged the is no peace at my house my son is abusing me my heart is bleeding I'm a wife to my son
Things where going smooth after the death of my husband (are tlogela lefatshing) I don't know if I should say I didn't know how to parent or my son just became rebellious it started as a joke he firstly demanded half of my monthly income I gave him my bank card to withdraw the amount of money made to an agreement with him I thought o batla chelete because of peer pressure at school as some kids come ka this and that..
I didn't pay much attention to the recent behavior, but Sipho left school and refused to go back when I asked him to consider school being something important mo nakong ya nou he pointed me with a knife don't tell me what and what not to do sfebe I was very much hurt hearing that coming from my son...
I tried to ease things on him trying to understand gore how can I help him though things became worse mo ntlong. I was not ready to talk to people about my son's behavior I feared to be judged being a weak parent...
Bruises and bruises and bruises that was my life I built my self a cage protecting my own son's behavior, the pain of being beaten by your own son whom you gave birth to, my neighbor would always come to ask me gore what happened with my face I'd lie that my new boyfriend this and that building stories so that I can protect my son...
I'd cook only for him to come and say things like oapeya dichila these might be the reason whyy your husband died he used to eat kaak words cutted deep my heart would bleed for days I could no longer go to work for I would sometimes think that people knew that whats happening at my house I lost self confidence.. As a mother I failed (I said that to myself every day)
His behavior exceeded to a point where he told me to undress for him from that time I know he has now gone.