Happy Birthday to me
Today is my birthday which for most people is good but for me i hate it and this is why, this why this is one of the most triggering days of the year. Every year i spend my day with my mom, she would tell me every year, the story about how i was born a blue baby and for three months i struggled for breathe and how she wanted to celebrate the miracle of me, and for that one day she tried to be the best mom, i got to pick my favorite food, go shopping, be spoiled but by bedtime, she could not fake it anymore and would lose it and scream God made a mistake saving me, how everyday i was in her life was torture, then i would just agree with her to not fuel her wrath and go to bed knowing i had another year of abuse ahead of me then my dad would come in to tuck me in and tell me he could not believe how lucky i was to be his for my first 11 years then he would abuse me , telling me how as i get bigger there were was more he wanted to show me, ok gotta stop there, sorry
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