Mother was at her worst, she smashed my face in poop. I hated when it was just me and her alone because it was like I was on my death bed until my brothers or father would return home. Time was my only hope. As long as I buy time she couldn’t defeat me. It was too the point where father wasn’t even no help. Mother wore the pants in this relationship.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
dave
Mother what the hell is wrong with you? You need to stay off the alcohol and dress cute more. If you don't then i'm going to stay by dads side and eventually tell the higher authority. Why did you single me out to find the "thing"? Why don't treat me like my brothers?
Monday, December 5, 2011
dave
The wonderful field trips with mother, while father was at work. the favorite memory's of my childhood.All these good times, I wondered why Mother was outside crying. On Christmas eve I couldn't even sleep after i open that first present. Early the next morning mother woke us up and we raced down the stairs.
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