Rick broke his arm.
By this point, I thought of him as my version of an evil stepmother. I even had the evil step-sister.
He was just angry all the time. Clearly, he wanted to be with my mother, but he did not want us kids—especially not my brother.
When he was angry, my brother cussed at people, including my mother, especially when she said no, which made Rick livid.
I can't remember why, but I was in my room when I heard Rick scream and footsteps pound down the hall.
Since Kitty married, she'd moved out, and my brother had moved upstairs to her old room.
My Brother screamed, and my mother called out, "Get off of him!"
Everyone cried, and I hid under the covers hoping they wouldn't come for me next.
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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...
