I had a new friend. A best friend. She spent the night a lot at my Mother's and my Dad's.
She was smart, thoughtful, and quiet. Incredibly polite.
And I wanted to spend every minute with her.
Whenever my Mother and I fought, she would say, "Why don't you act more like Nikki?"
"Her Mom doesn't treat her like you treat me." I answered.
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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...
