• 5 years ago
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My mom died late last year. The people that were the closest knew we didn’t have a great relationship. And we didn’t. She was an alcoholic and physically and emotionally abusive. She would fight me and scream and cry and I just took care of her. Like she was a child. Meanwhile, taking care of my little sister. Locking her in the bathroom when mom was in really bad shape. I had a nightmare of a childhood because I never really got to have one. I blame her for a lot.

Yet.

Everything hurts.

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