I stayed with my mom's eldest sister from a few months old, until about the age of 11, as my mom was a full time nurse and my aunt had another so just a month older, so we practically grew up like twins. those were the best of my childhood

years. When i was 11, i moved in with mom, gran, uncle and baby sister. mom worked nightshift. i was kicked, slapped silly, almost stabbed a few times, by my uncle. he used to go on drinking sprees, came home 3am, then broke furniture, pounding on our doors, switching off tv while i'm watching, switching off the mains while i was studying, being beaten if i didnt cook food quick enough. the worst was him nearly burning the house down with me inside, because i locked myself in our room to prevent any beatings. 1 day he misjudged himself, then my mom walked in on him holding a screw driver next to my head. gran died shortly afterwards. then mom kicked him out, but never laid a case. i refused to let the past guide my future. the biggest revenge you can have, is to live a good life. i ended up completing grade 12 under the top 6, with a university exemption, at age 17! i was also the 1st in my family to go to University. at age 21 i graduated with a Bachelors of Commerce degree, against all odds, struggled to pay studies, but i did it. today, 8 yrs later, i am married to the man of my dreams and we have 8 month old twins. my husband lives for his family, just like me and he would never allow anybody to harm us. i have forgiven my uncle, but it doesnt mean that those days doesnt haunt me at times. by the grace of God i've come this far