No Room For Your Regret
Language: en
My mother was the unwilling heroine of a dark, toxic love story, and I was the physical proof of her coercion. Even when she and my father eventually settled into a life of quiet devotion, she could never look at me without disgust. She hated me. She despised me. "Every time I look at your face, it brings back those dark days," she would snarl. "You owe me for this!" "Why does a child born of hate even exist? You are a constant, sickening reminder." "You are rotten to the core. A parasite. One day, you're going to drag this entire family down with you." My father always told me that Mom…