My life has been horrible from the day I was conceived, I wish my mother had aborted me or had a miscarriage, I wish instead of my older brother dying, it had been me. Why was I the unlucky one? Why did I have to be born into this horrible world? Some people consider themselves lucky because they are alive and healthy, but what’s the point of it all if your lifestyle and family is unhealthy. I was born in Uganda, at home with no doctor and no medical equipment. My mum had no epidural or pain relief. After I finally made an appearance, my mother looked at me, she was mad at the way I looked, apparently I was ugly. With just 30 seconds of being in this world, the woman that gave birth to me called me ugly, after 9 months, and hours in labour she hated what she had created. It’s like doing a painting and believing that it is amazing, but when it is shown at the art gallery you hate it. How do I know that she said this? Because She used to tell me stories about her pregnancy with me.
I can’t say that I blame her, I am ugly. My whole life has been full of insecurities, it started in year 2, 2010. Now that I look back at it, that is very young, I’ve got a little sister in year 2 this year, I don’t know how I’d feel if she was as insecure as me in year 2. I remember the first time some one had a crush on me, I couldn’t believe it, I thought to myself ‘what does he see in me?’ I never thought anyone would even dare to think of me as beautiful, but we’ll get onto that later, let’s talk about my parents and how their relationship is, and how it impacts me. My mother was a child bride, it means she got married when she was very young, from the stories she tells me, my dad was 22 and she was at least 12 turning 13. She then waited a few years and she had my oldest sister her first child when she was 16, she conceived her when she was 15.
I know you’re probably disgusted at the age difference and the marriage in general, but this was back in Africa a long time ago and unfortunately it’s still happening in third world countries today. My mother was originally going to get married to my dads older brother, she actually liked him, but because my dad saw my mum first, it wasn’t possible. Unfortunately, my dads brother soon died, the second son. My father is the third child in his family but was the first to get married. His older brother finally got married some time later and that was the worst mistake of his life. The woman he married was the spawn of the devil, she had no heart but lives the perfect life while my mother suffers. 41Please respect copyright.PENANAqWOYC9OdCq