We'd moved in with Rick and Kitty.
Up until the divorce, my Mother could best be described as a teetotaler.
The only times I saw her drink was Christmas Eve when my Dad's siblings came over for game night.
She drilled into me that drinking was only for adults, and DARE taught me the age limit was 21.
I remember popping open the fridge and seeing a bottle of Boones Farm.
It was Kitty's, but she was only 19.
She also was quite mean to me, so I gleefully reported my findings to my mother.
She waved me off. "I know."
"Why is she allowed to drink!? She's underage! It's against the law!"
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Kitty is an adult, and besides, she's Rick's kid. I'm not the boss of her."
To which I said, "Rick tells me what to do all the time."
"Yeah, well, I let him."
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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...
