Me and my mom would speak, but my father always complained about her and told me false things about her. It made me fight more and more with her, now not only crying at night but sometimes in front of others as we fought all the time. I even started cutting the line on her, as my father told me it was okay to do. I lost respect for her, the respect she deserved to have.
Now that I think of it I was more mad and ashamed of myself than I was mad at her. I treated her wrong, really bad. I treated her like no one should be treated.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
