“Why is she like that?”
“I don’t know... she’s always been that way.”
Before anybody tells me I can't do this idiotic essay in the first person (like it should be): it’s important to the story, it’s personal and it WON’T feel right any other way. That’s just the way I feel; it’s how I was raised and who’ve fought to be to this day.
It’s just hard to explain; growing up the way I did. My family isn't considered normal at all: we’re quiet, we don't go out much, we don't invite people over for events, we don't even spend time together. But this isn't about that part; this is about the most important person there is. Hell, she’s the only real relationship I’ve had: my mother. For years I was the biggest mama’s boy; she cut my hair (NOT a barber, uneven bull cuts that looked goofy), let me sleep in her and my big scary dad’s queen sized bed every night cause I was scared of the big scary green monster at the end of my bed that I saw constantly expect when I was with her. And to this day, I still ask her to make my breakfast cause she always got the scrambled eggs to the perfect amount of fluffiness.
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