Sep 21
Mother
You were supposed to be
my ally.
Liar. Traitor.
You were always with him.
Not me or my sisters.
You traitor.
And these are the words I stand by.
You were supposed to be
my ally.
Liar. Traitor.
You were always with him.
Not me or my sisters.
You traitor.
And these are the words I stand by.
A harsh evaluation from days gone by. I do love her and always will.
(47/F/Canada)
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