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Where it began.....
Geez, where to start...... Where else, my mother. God, I don't know if I really hate her or not. Yes, she did some horrible things, but is it her fault? In this case, I think I'm a little too open-mided, because my decisions contantly waver. Yes, she abused me. But was it really abuse? What she basically did was hold my hands behind me and beat the middle of my back. I remember her doing this once. My father has told me she has done it at least three times. Then again, he was in the military, and I was too young to know what she was doing, and those years have obviously flown from my head by now, so no one but my mother really knows if it's happened more then three times. I used to despise her for it. Honestly, who wouldn't? Then, I had told one of my friends about it years ago, and she brought up something I never thought of. She said, "What if that's just part of her culture?". It's a scary thought. I stil think today, 'was she raised like that?' It's just one of the brooding questions I wonder about. So, why am I sharing something so personal? Because, I want people to learn, that life really isn't that bad. In some cases, yes, it's horrible, but it can always get so much worse. That's enough boring talk for today. Luck to all.
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