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My Deranged Alcoholic Mom Beat My Brother in Front of Me
How did he turn out so amazing and grounded? I really have no idea!
Disclaimer: There is abuse and drug addiction in this story if you are sensitive to those topics.
I said I was going to stop writing about my birth mom but I had two crazy dreams last night and they are stuck in my brain.
There is no better release for me than writing. So, here goes another crazy recollection.
I was an only child until I was 10 years old. I hated it.
I longed for a sibling all of my childhood years.
After school, I remember coming home and retreating to my bedroom where I would line up all my dolls and pretend. We would play school or house and I would talk to them like they were real people.
My mom and step-dad would usually be locked up in their bedroom doing drugs. This just made me think of another story that I might tell soon.
At the time we were living with my great-grandma because she could no longer care for herself.
After she passed away, my mom inherited everything. She had two brothers and I’m pretty sure they didn’t get very much of anything.
