My Mother was frantic because we had to clean the house so she could rent it now that we moved in with Rick.
I came up to the Master Bedroom, my parent's old room, and my mother was curled up in a ball on the floor sobbing.
"What 's wrong?" I asked.
"Am I doing the right thing?" She sobbed.
"No." I thought, but that's not what I said.
I asked if she really loved him, to which she said yes. And I told her it would be fine, just like in the movies.
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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...
