Mother had been evil, mentally ill, and hateful. Her intention had been to see how much trauma could be inflicted upon me before I broke. Perhaps she’d viewed raising me like a scientific experiment. She got off on physically, sexually, and emotionally abusing me.
Brainwashed, I did my best not to blame her for what she’d done to me. It’s now up to me to move forward with life, while finding a way to deal with all she’d done. I hated her then, in death, and most likely will until my own death.
Not long after the funeral, I’d driven past the cemetery. I’d stopped and pissed on her grave.
Oh, my god! It had felt so good.
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In certain cultures, they have pre-arranged marriages. My pre-arranged marriage is with this store. Mother planned for me to work here at eight years of age, take
