This is based on my own accounts/ memories of what I call a mom, and me life story. Most of my memories I warn those who have been threw what I had, you may get chills, bad dreams, or worst, please take this as a gain of salt, I don't wish this on a child, nor female, nor even adult/s, that have gone to much less survived a abusive parent, but still live with in today's world, but if it in anyway can get help or help you then please do so because I still suffer from these memories, and forms they will I feel not go away. And if I can at least help one child, or female, a boy, an adult from the same fate then I can hope others can, and start a group, a talk, get together and support those suffering then it for me is the least I can do.
To those mother's that feel this is an attack on you, that's not what I want, but I want you to get the help, to go to someone and go get help, to come forward and say no more, ask for help, to not do what I had have gone though, as I don't wish that.
du hedder y/n og du er 29 år.
du går ikke rigtig op i fodbold, så du kender ikke nogle spillere fra det danske landshold.
din bedste veninde, cecilie, hun er 28 år og du lærte hende at kende gennem nogle fælles venner.