Bridge of Insanity
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sat, Feb 1, 2020
"I should have listened to your grandma and given you up for adoption fifteen years ago."
There was no bottle in sight... he wasn't drunk... my father meant what he said.
My vision is slowly going in and out of focus, a heavy dryness fills my through. I can see a muscle in my fathers jaw shift clenching his teeth and I realise that this is bottled up anger. He has- he has no reason left to act any certain way.
"You ruined my life! "
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