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It has been five days since mom has been out of the mental hospital. She is still sits around and stares into outer space. It’s killing me! There was a little change today. When I was putting away some clothes when I notice a slight change in mom. She was actually… crying! I was completely shocked to see that of her. My mom had never cried since Bethany died.
7/15/94
The funeral was a small and private. My mother was really destroyed afterwards. She started drinking more and using heavy drugs. She cried at first, but then the tears stopped for good. She wasn’t the only one to suffer from Bethany’s death. I was always a victim of her rage!
Every day, I was attacked by my mother. I was slapped, hit, kicked, strangled, and verbally abused. It was a nightmare. I didn’t understand it at first. What did I do to her? Why was she mad at me all of the time? I didn’t kill Bethany! Dad helped me from time to time. He took me out to many places to get out of the house. I had fun but dreaded going home afterwards. We both did. But we had to.
School wasn’t much help either. All of the kids bullied me because of mom. “She sacrificed her own daughter!” they would yell out. “Your momma is a physco!” They were so mean. But then again, all kids are! I ended up crying and running away. “Yeah, that’s right!” they would yell afterwards. “Run home to that crazy woman!” That always made me run faster. I always ended up crying in dad’s lap. He would tell me it would be alright. You’ve got to hand it to my father. He’s got the patience of a saint! Not once have I ever seen him snap because of mom or me. I know that if I married someone like my mother and had a kid like myself, I would go insane! Especially since all of those years of torture by society drove mom and I to unthinkable extremes…
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