My life was very hard when my abuse first started. The relationship with mom changed from discipline to punishment that grew out of control. I remember when there were days that mom was so strong that I didn't think i would survive to see the next day.I feel as the abuse went on and on i did nothing but get stronger. There were days i could tell what kind of day i was going to have by what my mom wore. I remember the first thing mom did to me she forced my face against our mirror and told me to repeat over and over i am a bad boy. Then she would go watch TV again until the next commercials came up. That's the moment i feared the most. She would come and check to see if my face was still against the mirror. But the time i realized never to let my mom see me beg that she stop hurting me was when she turned on our gas oven and held my arm in the blue flames. Then she told me to take my cloths off and lay on the flames. She said she wanted to show me what hell was, and watch me burn. This moment scared me so much that my knees were trembling. But i beat my mom is strength because i knew the longer i held on the sooner my brother would walk in the door from his scout meeting. Mom knew she had been beat. I went out to our garage and licked my burns to cool them. From that moment on i vowed to myself never to let mom have the satisfaction of seeing me beg her to stop hurting me. So i told my self to live stronger.