I don’t want to talk about my ‘mother’.
She wasn’t a mother.
Mother’s don’t set you up to abused by paedophiles.
Mothers don’t abuse you every day of your childhood.
Mothers don’t shame you and abuse you more by saying you are a drama queen when you try to end your life as a teenager. Suicidal due to so much abuse, sexual abuse and severe depression.
Mothers don’t throw you out on the street in the freezing cold, when you are having a miscarriage and not speak to you for months – not even caring whether you lost the baby or not.
I could on with her list of abuse, but I would be here all night.
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