My mother always spoke to me like a dog.
For example, she screamed my name loudly and told me to come immediately.
The hooker often beat me, sometimes really hard.
She once threatened to kill herself when we were children.
She is a mentally unstable woman who should actually be in a psychiatric hospital.
When we were children she threatened to punish us by leaving and never coming back.
Once she threatened to hit her head against the edge of a wall in front of us if we didn't do what she wanted.
She always called us little terrorists.
Why did the bitch have children?
Now I'm 23 and she tried to hit me once and I locked myself in the room and she kept banging on the door.
I hate her.
I ignore her for the most part but then she screams again that she's throwing me out and that I shouldn't ignore her even though she mostly talks meaningless things.
She did things that I will never forgive her for.
I once had a toy gun as a child.
When I had problems with my homework in elementary school, she cut this rifle in two by hitting my back and dragging me around the apartment by my hair.
I was a little boy and a neighbor rang our doorbell because it was so loud.
I cried and she didn't stop hitting and tormenting me.
It was like this every week and almost every day.
Once she stood me in front of the door with my underwear on.
If I wrote everything she did to me then everyone would fully understand why I hate my own mother.
For example, she screamed my name loudly and told me to come immediately.
The hooker often beat me, sometimes really hard.
She once threatened to kill herself when we were children.
She is a mentally unstable woman who should actually be in a psychiatric hospital.
When we were children she threatened to punish us by leaving and never coming back.
Once she threatened to hit her head against the edge of a wall in front of us if we didn't do what she wanted.
She always called us little terrorists.
Why did the bitch have children?
Now I'm 23 and she tried to hit me once and I locked myself in the room and she kept banging on the door.
I hate her.
I ignore her for the most part but then she screams again that she's throwing me out and that I shouldn't ignore her even though she mostly talks meaningless things.
She did things that I will never forgive her for.
I once had a toy gun as a child.
When I had problems with my homework in elementary school, she cut this rifle in two by hitting my back and dragging me around the apartment by my hair.
I was a little boy and a neighbor rang our doorbell because it was so loud.
I cried and she didn't stop hitting and tormenting me.
It was like this every week and almost every day.
Once she stood me in front of the door with my underwear on.
If I wrote everything she did to me then everyone would fully understand why I hate my own mother.
