Bart Millard Quotes

I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

I was a child, and my mother was psychotic. She loved me, but I didn't really feel I had a mother. And when you live with somebody who is paranoid and thinks you're trying to kill them all the time, you tend to feel a little betrayed.

If your parents ignored you, or if they are just not emotionally available, or if they yell a lot, that is a type of trauma.

I was so ugly my mother used to feed me with a sling shot.

I pretended I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home and no one hit me.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

I want to say that nobody accuses their parents of abusing them without justification to do that. I didn't just make it up. A lot of things were true and abusive and horrible things that happened to me that my father did.

I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.

When you are abandoned by two parents as a baby - wow, that is something to live with.

I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.

I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I grew up in a very toxic home.

My father was overbearing. Very controlling. He was always the way he is, even before my success. He was not always a good person. He'd play mind games to make sure I knew my place. I don't see him, which is unfortunate. But I don't have any desire to see him. I vaguely know where he is, and I don't want to know.

My father was a monster. A monster! I cut with my family when I was 23 and I never see them again.

There was mental and physical abuse in my family.

The real demon in my life is my father.

I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating.

I didn't have a good childhood growing up.

I always have to brace myself when I visit my parents. My mom often greets me with a slew of nonconstructive criticisms: 'Jimmy, why is your face so fat? Your clothes look homeless and your long hair makes you look like a girl.' After 30 years of this, my self-image is now a fat homeless lesbian.

It was hard to feel hated as a child.

My mother became a big problem... She was a complete narcissist. When I broke free her narcissisticness came out and it was tough to get out.

There have been a couple specific instances where I've felt like I couldn't survive without interacting with a certain person. I've been involved with some pretty manipulative people who have told me the same thought: that I can't live without them.