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“Stop crying or I’ll give you something to Really cry about” she seethed into the little boy’s ear, so that only he could hear it, despite being in a crowd.
what awaited the boy at home, he avoided, living from friends couch to couch a little upset with all the indifference the world could possibly give to a bastard child whose mother regretted having.
i wish my mother was a bag of empty threats, it would’ve made things tolerable.
It’s alright, come here
(~ ̄³ ̄)~
classic mom
I think it’s probably the start of this story.
Just white people things. I cant imagine being within large wooden spoon distance trying some shit.
Thankfully not all parents are physically abusive.