Prologue

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Fate is always a word that I hated. My father was dead, my brothers cruel assholes, and my mother....She was the absolute worst. She was manipulative controlling. She marked all the behavior checkmarks to be professionally diagnosed with Borderline Personality disorder. She would tell me one day how great of a job I was doing and how proud she was of me and then the next she would be telling me how much of a worthless child I was. How it was my fault she was were she was and that I was lucky that she hasn't join my father yet and killed herself. That I was only able to go to college because of her sorrows. And then two days later she would pretend that she didn't say any of those things, that she could never say any of those things. Finally the stress from school, work, and trying to keep my mother from killing herself or it would be all my fault, finally caused me to snap... If this is fate , and it was supposed to happen like this all along... Maybe she was right all along. This , this is where my story begins.

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