The years following my mothers death were hard, but not as hard as they should've been considering I had JUST lost my mother. But after losing her I felt a sense of relief.. Me, my dad, and my sister, were finally free from my mom. She couldn't put us down anymore. She couldn't hit us for no reason, and tell everyone horrible lies about us making us sound like the bad guys. We were just finally free.
But her death and everything that happened before her death effects me today in ways I would have never imagined. I look at a picture of my mom and all I see is that dry blood under her nose, and the blotchy-ness of her skin. I get in a car and panic sets in as I feel like we're going right off the road like she did was she was half a bottle of vodka and 5 beers into the day.
That woman scarred me for life.. My childhood-- scarred me for life.
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To whom it may concern
Non-FictionMy life has been a never ending series of unfortunate events. When I think things are going good they always take a turn for the worse. This isn't a sob story. This isn't a story to make you feel bad for me. This isn't a cry for help. This is just...
