I was raised by an evil mother. My father was out of the picture my entire life until a few years ago. I am now 36 years old. I am in sort of contact with my father. Occasionally we will meet up for an awkward lunch.
While he was off raising his new wife's daughter (they have been married for over 30 years now) I was raised by my mother. A mommy dearest woman, but to a more brutal extent. At a very young age three, or four. I recall the first time my mother flipped out on me. She lost her grocery list and insisted that I did something with it. She proceeded to what would become a daily routine of calling me a kike, a damn jewboy. An inside out n#####etc. This went on for the rest of my life until I was big enough to stand up to her. Perhaps when I was in maybe 10th grade. My mother had four kids in total. Myself the oldest, a brother two years younger. Another brother eight years younger whom has since passed from suicide back in 2013, and a sister 11 years younger than me. All of us have different fathers four kids, and three fathers.
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While he was off raising his new wife's daughter (they have been married for over 30 years now) I was raised by my mother. A mommy dearest woman, but to a more brutal extent. At a very young age three, or four. I recall the first time my mother flipped out on me. She lost her grocery list and insisted that I did something with it. She proceeded to what would become a daily routine of calling me a kike, a damn jewboy. An inside out n#####etc. This went on for the rest of my life until I was big enough to stand up to her. Perhaps when I was in maybe 10th grade. My mother had four kids in total. Myself the oldest, a brother two years younger. Another brother eight years younger whom has since passed from suicide back in 2013, and a sister 11 years younger than me. All of us have different fathers four kids, and three fathers.
To be continued
