My mom has never loved me,not even once. Well that I can say since I have grown to feel and reason.

I am always the one at the receiving end, the scapegoat, the victim.

There are times when she will grip me tightly, spank me and hit me profusely with a broom, then she will leave me to drown in the pool of my own tears without an atom of sorry from her. Whose mom does that?


I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony
I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony but I’m met with no answers, shivering in my own thoughts and wonders.

Ade! Adeoluwa as she often calls my father in a disrespectful and harshlful tone that can pull off the roof of the archaic one storey building with worn out exteriors and broken Louvre ” come take this your misfortune out of here before I skin him alive” that she says groaning and yelling like father, like son.

Slowly my father would walk towards me his eyes red and bulging out, his hands shaking, you can easily tell his terrified. Click to continue reading https://uwagood.com/2022/09/04/i-have-become-the-monster-she-made-of-me-and-she-my-prey/

Uwagood123:
My mom has never loved me,not even once. Well that I can say since I have grown to feel and reason.

I am always the one at the receiving end, the scapegoat, the victim.

There are times when she will grip me tightly, spank me and hit me profusely with a broom, then she will leave me to drown in the pool of my own tears without an atom of sorry from her. Whose mom does that?


I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony
I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony but I’m met with no answers, shivering in my own thoughts and wonders.

Ade! Adeoluwa as she often calls my father in a disrespectful and harshlful tone that can pull off the roof of the archaic one storey building with worn out exteriors and broken Louvre ” come take this your misfortune out of here before I skin him alive” that she says groaning and yelling like father, like son.

Slowly my father would walk towards me his eyes red and bulging out, his hands shaking, you can easily tell his terrified. Click to continue reading https://uwagood.com/2022/09/04/i-have-become-the-monster-she-made-of-me-and-she-my-prey/

bye bye reading

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Uwagood123:
My mom has never loved me,not even once. Well that I can say since I have grown to feel and reason.

I am always the one at the receiving end, the scapegoat, the victim.

There are times when she will grip me tightly, spank me and hit me profusely with a broom, then she will leave me to drown in the pool of my own tears without an atom of sorry from her. Whose mom does that?


I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony
I often ask myself if she takes delight in causing me suffering and agony but I’m met with no answers, shivering in my own thoughts and wonders.

Ade! Adeoluwa as she often calls my father in a disrespectful and harshlful tone that can pull off the roof of the archaic one storey building with worn out exteriors and broken Louvre ” come take this your misfortune out of here before I skin him alive” that she says groaning and yelling like father, like son.

Slowly my father would walk towards me his eyes red and bulging out, his hands shaking, you can easily tell his terrified. Click to continue reading https://uwagood.com/2022/09/04/i-have-become-the-monster-she-made-of-me-and-she-my-prey/

did you have the pdf copy of this dtory?