My mom has told me to my face she hates me and I think about that still, 30years later. She always suffered depression and I would best the brunt. When my youngest brother was born, one day she held him and had a knife to his throat. I had to s***** him away from her. Luckily he was just a baby and doesn’t know any of that. I wish our whole life together wasn’t wasn’t wasted with pain and resentment. I know I’m better off without her in my life but I feel the ache still.
