When I was little, my mom physically, verbally, and emotionally abused me without my dad ever knowing. College is getting closer and I can't wait to move out because lately I keep remembering how terrified I was as a kid but she denies any of it ever happened. She did the same with my older sibling. I grew up hating my sister and now I think she was telling the truth, but I'm so conditioned to think she's wrong, that part of me still hopes that I made it all up in my head, just to not be like her. And I know that no one would ever believe my mother was abusive because she's a great actress. I love her, but I don't know how much longer I can do this. People always say that they think about how wrong they thought their parents were and then they grew up. I don't think I'll ever have that. And I'm so afraid to have kids because I don't ever want to do that to them. What if I snap too?