my mother frustrates me. she knows how to stir up the worst in me, and then point it out, and leave me to beat myself up over it for an hour. lucky for me, i've done this so many times and realized i had two options: slit my wrists, or conclude that just because she birthed me doesn't mean she has the owner's manual to my life. i admit that i have
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