My brother liked to cuss me out.
If he knew who my crush was, he'd talk about how I liked to suck their dick or call me a bitch.
Then, for one birthday, my dad gave me a camcorder.
Whenever I complained about his language or whatever, my mother would just tell me she didn't see it, so she wasn't going to do anything about it.
And that I should stop antagonizing him.
So...one day, I taped one of his rages.
Finally, I had proof.
I sat my mother and Rick down to play the tape.
To my shock, instead it played a cheer routine.
I thought I screwed up the recording, but then it cut away...to his screams.
My mother and Rick sat wide-eyed.
"Well."
That was all my Mother said.
"See. That is how he is when you're not here." I said.
They just got up and left.
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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...
