My Mother scheduled a dentist appointment while I was with my Dad.
She told me I needed to tell him about it so he could take me.
And of course, I didn't, because I hated the dentist.
When I got back to her house, she asked me if I told him.
"No," I said.
She was pissed. "Well, that's fine! You tell him he needs to reschedule!"
I didn't end up going to the dentist for more than a decade.
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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...
