First of all, I'm 11, now storytime. She "asked me" to clean the bathroom and before I did she told me to, clean the tub, and sink before you sweep the floor. Now I thought that was pretty backwards but she was in a mood and I didn't wanna deal with it. So I did what she said and I'm sitting in my room waiting for the floor to dry so I could sweep, LIKE SHE SAID!. She comes by the stairs after cleaning the kitchen and asks me, very irritated what I was doing. I told her i was waiting for the floor to dry to i could sweep, AND SHE THROWS A FUCKING FIT. She starts yelling at me and saying, "WTF, how backwards is that shit". I said you told me to do it lole that and she starts interrupting me saying the same thing like she usually does, saying, "Does that sound right, does that sound right, does that sound right, and it's very fucking irritating and shes not gonna stop until she hears what she wants so I said yes. And she goes into the kitchen yelling and saying bad things about me and making me feel like shit, as usual. So I start to tear up and I hear her crying in the kitchen, but not loud like stifling and sobbing quietly. So I started to laugh to myself as I thought, I went through years of trauma, emotional, physiological, and physical, since fifth grade, I've cut myself and attempted suicide so many times I can barely count, I've felt insecure, unloved, wanted, hated and bashed for my sexuality, and told I was invalid because i knew what i liked at a young age by her, I've been draged by my collar on the floor, I'd been convinced that I was nothing and no one loved me and I was useless and imperfect and pathetic because I had emotions and opinions that she never wants to hear, I've had bookes and other objects thrown at me while i was naked and sobbing in a corner as a punishment for getting a bad color in FIRST FUCKING GRADE, AND SOME OF IT WAS IN KINDERGARDEN GOING INTO FIRST GRADE!!!.. But shes crying cause I did the bathroom wrong... How funny is that...
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