Red Lips

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Parts 1
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Reads 28
Votes 9
Parts 1
Time 7m

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This is the first true memory I have of my mother. 
This is also where it all started.
Take what you want from it, just know im doing well.All Rights Reserved

healing mother trauma

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Red Lips
Fri, Nov 19, 2021

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Red Lips
Fri, Nov 19, 2021

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This is my story to "you". This is a story about loving someone so much and after all else you don't always get the happily ever after that you always want. No matter the fighting and clinging towards this love. Sometimes the only thing you have left is the memories. This became a story for me to heal my wounds and grow into the woman I am now. I am publishing my story because for so long I have been writing this story for one person but I think others can relate and empathize with this story.

The year was 2013. I had just moved into my first home with my husband and our young daughter. Life was going well until I sat down and began to flip through an old, long forgotten CD binder. As I did memories of my traumatic past came rushing forward out of nowhere and launched me into the greatest, and most difficult journey of my life. This short story is the very first version of what would later become my memoir.

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I never thought it would end like this. I always thought I had a home. I always thought I had a family, but as it turns out, my past is darker than the lies they told me and the truth they kept from me.

Mum wanted me to do one thing; do what makes me happy on a long run. Yet I failed to see that until I thought I had nothing left. My past made me too blind to see what I did have, a family, a happy home.

When it all started and ended at the bridge.....

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This is my story to "you". This is a story about loving someone so much and after all else you don't always get the happily ever after that you always want. No matter the fighting and clinging towards this love. Sometimes the only thing you have left is the memories. This became a story for me to heal my wounds and grow into the woman I am now. I am publishing my story because for so long I have been writing this story for one person but I think others can relate and empathize with this story.

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