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Betrayal


Dear mother, How can you call yourself a mother? How could you betray your own blood? You let the man in your life get away with touching your daughter You had only known him for a couple of months and you let him move in with us My counselor was aware of the messages your boyfriend was sending me and you said you would handle it A couple hours after talking to him you come home only to tell me that it was my fault that I was the one seeking him Why would you tell your own daughter that? Had it not crossed your mind that if I were the one seeking him I would've never opened my mouth and told my counselor I've done so much for you and all for what? For you to end up choosing your boyfriend over me? At the age of seven I stopped having a childhood to take care of your child because his father was never home and you worked in the afternoon At the age of ten I was taking care of your second child as well At the age of fourteen I noticed your husband at the time different, you believed he was being unfaithful. As your daughter I shouldn't have been involved but I was. For three years I helped you find out things until you found out the truth and divorced. I've been there for you when you needed me the most but when I needed my mother the most she wasn't there for me. A mother protects her children, a mother does not put anyone above her children, which you did not do -your disappointed daughter
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