My Mom Wanted a Daughter
Family sucks. That's just how it is as a boy with a mother who wanted a girl instead of a boy. My mom has kicked me in the "boy parts" and watched me fall, squirm, writhe, cry and, if it was a hard knee or kick, throw up since I can remember—like two years old; probably younger before I can remember. She plainly says she didn’t want a boy and has said after hitting me and watching me cry on the floor that she hopes she hit me hard enough to make me a girl. The first time I remember accidentally getting soap in her eyes when we were in the bath together when I was two and she nailed me right in the b**** with her fist and I dropped to the floor of the shower bawling and clutching my parts between my legs. She's always resented me for being a boy and I guess the easiest way to painfully show that is nailing me in the parts that make me a boy. Did it since I was a toddler/baby up until my current teenage years, but the pain is so much I just fall to the floor and cry no matter when it is if it’s hard enough. I just accept that mothers see their sons as less-than their daughters.
PS: I’m now a legal adult where I am.