This for me is the worst part. I try and block it out. But its the part I remember the most. The part where my mother went from being my mai to my mother, that person who tried to ruin my life. And who will never ever be a part of it again.
Yes I called my mother mai, I couldn't pronunce the u in mum. So I called her mai, the welsh version sort of. Now I don't. She is no longer a mother to me. She is dead to me. For a reason or reasons.
( part 3 )So there we go thats my mother, parts are missing. Parts I've forgotten. But thats the main part of it.
I was emotionally abused by someone who is supposed to love you unconditionally. And she never gets to be part of my life again.