The home phone rang, and I answered.
A man was on the other end, and he asked to speak with my mother.
She raced into the room, and grabbed the phone.
She had a boyfriend.
After the call, my Brother and I pestered her about him.
"You weren't supposed to answer the phone." She said.
"Don't tell your dad." It had to stay a secret because the divorce wasn't final yet.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
