Sad Childhood Experiences

 I grew up in Germany, but lived most of my life in America since I was 19 and will be 66 this month. Then I got pregnant by an American soldier, and I was able to escape those who didn't care about me, even though I had entered a bad marriage. I was living in the after Hi.tler era but I was hated in school because of my Italian last name. I ha.ted going to school because I was ha.ted. I know all about ra.cism. I lived in Germany in the aftermath of Hitler's era, and I knew all about racism, se.xism, etc. I was threatened with being beaten up at school. I absolutely hated what Hi.tler did when I learned about that in school. I had a teacher make fun of my last name. My German mother and Italian-born father, who loved Germany, were busy making money in the restaurant they ran 24/7, which was necessary but painful in many ways. I had no home life, I was exposed to drunks in the restaurant, exposed to more haters, and I had no peace, even at home. I had to work in the greasy kitchen of the restaurant and was told I didn't work fast enough. My parents had no time to help me with my school and society problems. They had marital problems. I did all the housework because someone had to make the beds, iron the clothes, and shine the shoes, etc. I was the only girl, and my brothers were not qualified to do housework. It was an absolutely painful and lonely childhood I don't wish on anyone ever. Yes, I defend the defenseless nowadays because nobody helped me back then, and I don't want to stand by when injustice rules, and I will do that until the day Jesus returns or as long as God lets me live. Because Jesus said that is what a Christian must do.

In conclusion, in Germany, my birthplace, my relatives viewed me as 1/2 German, which meant not fully German, which was a big deal to them. In Italy, my relatives viewed me as 1/2 Italian, which meant not fully Italian. Not being fully of one nationality meant a big deal to them. That is how it works, and if you couldn't deal with it, so what? They didn't care. It wasn't their problem, so why should they care? This is probably what they thought.

When you've been through a lot in childhood and survive, you won't be afraid to speak the truth. By God's grace, I survived with many bumps, but I survived due to God's grace.