Every day, no matter what, I had to do the dishes.
But my Brother and Kitty had no assigned chores.
Like yeah, my mother would bitch at my brother if he left his shoes in the walkway, or Kitty left towels on the floor but that was it.
When I questioned her, or Rick they would tell me that Kitty was in school and that my brother was tired from practice.
I was only doing cheer.
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What My Mother Forgot
NonfiksiBefore 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...
