my mom was always the "good" parent in my mind. i have realized she was equally as terrible. if she was the "good" parent, she would have protected me from everything that happened daily. i would be harassed and mocked at school by teachers and students over problems out of my control. after school i went home to be screamed at for hours in a row, pushed around, belittled, and humiliated until i broke down. and where was my mom? contently sitting in the other room. or participating in it. no, she was not the good parent. not at all
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rage
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