Monday, December 12, 2011

dave


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.

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