As I've said before, my parents let my Brother and I beat the hell out of each other.
By now, my once literally little brother was surpassing me in height and weight.
Away from my parents, my brother pinned me down and smacked my back, leaving several bright red hand marks.
When he finally let me go, I cried and ran to my Dad and showed him my back.
He called for my Brother.
He grabbed him by the arm and put his face in his, "If you ever leave a mark on your sister again, I'll leave a mark on you."
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
