It's Like We're Living In Hell! by Brittany Richards (recommended books to read .TXT) 📖

I never come out of my room in the fear of my mother. I say locked up in my room for hours, even days, only to come out when it is an emergency, or to eat. I came out of my room once only to hear my mom mumbling something to someone, who knows who. I turned to look at her. “What did you say?” I asked her. “Nothing,” she replied. This confused me for I just heard her say something. “Seriously what did you say?” I asked her again. “I said fucking nothing! Why the hell won’t you listen to me? What the fuck! Why the hell does it matter anyways?” She yelled. I didn’t like when she yelled, but it was quite funny. Whenever she had a conversation about something important, like when I got in trouble, she would say that she wasn’t yelling. Then I would always think to myself, ‘Who are you kidding?’ She was always like this, well ever since I could remember. My father has always told me that when I was born, she wasn’t like this, but somehow I have a hard time believing him.  It saddens me to think that there are other parents out there that are like that, that would do this to their children. I had a hard time coping with this, which led to things in my life that I should have never done and now I look back and think to myself, ‘Why did I do these things in the first place?’ I realize now that there are other ways to cope with things, and not in the manor I did.

Publication Date: 03-08-2012

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