Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Today, my mom cannot recall calling me a see you next Tuesday by the time I was 12. She forgets the daily screaming fights with her husband.
My brother and I were raised by babysitters. When she needs help one day, she can call a babysitter.
What did you do when you were 12 to deserve it? There’s two sides to every story.
Anonymous wrote:I might be considered ungrateful. I never wanted to be born and spent most of my life wondering why my parents kept me alive once they had the son they wanted. They should have murdered me at 18 months when they got the child with the penis like they wanted.