Mother
When I was growing up, my Mother and I never got along. I was resentful that she married a mean drunk after she left my dad. He used to whip me with a belt, making me pick it out. Sometimes he'd leave bruises on my legs and bottom. I wish that I'd told somebody about it before now.
I was resentful that she married a mean drunk after she left my dad. When I was growing up, my Mother and I never got along. Sometimes he'd leave bruises on my legs and bottom. He used to whip me with a belt, making me pick it out. I wish that I'd told somebody about it before now.