my mum never wanted children. She only has R cause she’s got a fear of abortion and regret but my dad would’ve left her otherwise, yes it’s messed up I know that but yet here I am. My mum never wanted children and she reminds me of it. She’s the reason I used to and still cry myself to sleep some nights, the first reason the scars on my arm exist and the only reason I wanted to disappear abroad because she made me not want children and a husband because it would kill me to turn out like her, it’s sore to be compared to her. She’s fought me physically before and screamed Bloody Mary at me but it’s not always like this though, I love my mum and she loves me too yet she’s also the person I fear most in this world.
