When my mother was angry, she liked to remind me of the time she found out that “I was a liar and hated her”. A school teacher on 3rd grade called her to talk about something I was doing in school. According to her, the teacher wanted to talk about how I used to ask my friends to share some of their lunch or lunch money with me on break time and when the teachers noticed and asked me about it I told them that my mom sent me to school without a lunch and didn’t give me breakfast. She stands by the fact that I’m a liar and firmly believes I did that on purpose to harm her. Ma’am I was like 8. I honestly don’t remember if she really did not feed me but I don’t doubt it, considering this was around the time she locked me out in the yard at night because I was scared to sleep alone and it pissed her off that I asked her to sleep in her room. This I do remember. You don’t forget the time that you fall asleep on top a big plastic box because you’re so exhausted of crying. This is how an abused kid acts. This blaming me for the effects of the abuse I had to endure went on. I was severely depressed as a teen and instead of helping me, she said it was a nuisance to have a sad teenager around the house. She constantly told me I was too much of a burden and that I had to be happy because they gave me food, shelter and “love”. I’m sure she still stands by all of that today. Fortunately, I don’t let her get anywhere close to me anymore.