When I was younger my mom made me feel like s*** about myself because (wait for it) I couldn’t press my hair to perfect bone straightness.

She would pretty much say that I was worthless and would amount to nothing in life because I couldn’t perfectly change the natural k**** texture of my hair (I’m a black woman).

There was even a time that I got a chemical burn from a perm she put in my head and I had to go to the doctors with my scalp seeping pus.

She put the perm in my head and made me leave it in for a long time despite me shaking, being damn near in tears, and telling her my head burned. Her reaction to me obviously being in a s*** ton of pain was to call me retarded and say that there was something mentally wrong with me.

I swear to any god that exist, I hate that b**** with a passion and I wish she would just die.

She was diagnosed with cancer in 2018, but is in remission now, and I hope that the cancer comes back so that karma can continue beating her a**.