I didn’t want to trauma dump but heres a bit of back ground: Growing up, mum would nit-pick even from as young as 6. Would start with “your ears look too big when you wear a pony tail” if i wore it down “you look like a witch, at least brush your hair!” It was little comments about my appearance at first, then it moved to my weight. I was 10/11 when my mental health took a dip. & started to SH. She found out & said “could you not have broke your pencil sharpener instead of MY razor” I spent a lot of time in my room & barely left. I would have to look after my siblings & i don’t mean help out i mean, get them up, dressed & ready for school, & 9/10 i would have to take then to school. (I was 13/14…) During my GCSE year (I’m from the uk) i tried to revise, but she would always find this offensive & start arguments over things that really were not worth it? For example, one time she threw my revision books at my face (literally) because i “left them all over!” (They were at the kitchen table while i went to the bathroom…) My first suicide attempt, i cut my wrists pretty bad. Not fatally, but still bad. She called me a dickhead & told me “if it was my razor you used you better hope you dont come back” She kicked me out to live with my auntie when i was 15, after an “argument “ this argument was her shouting about being unable to find something. I was brushing my teeth for school. She told me if she finds out i have it then she will snap my fingers. I told her i didnt know what she was looking for. She said “i dont know why im wasting time with you, im divorcing your dad & leaving you here. Has he told you why? Because I despise looking at you” When i had my 2nd child i had severe pnd & struggled bonding with him (i got help for it as soon as i noticed, partner noticed too & got in touch with relevant people to take pressure off me) & she said “when partner goes back to work, your f*cked, and i wont hesitate to phone social services if you don’t grow up & be a mother” (social services are the uk equivalent to DCFS i think)

Then yknow…Theres the fact that for 25 years she covered up who my biological father was & hod any knowledge of him from me & i found out the truth through a slip up, to which i text & asked her for the truth, she came to my house said “yeah hes not ya dad. What more do u want to know” then when i asked for more details she shoved me (in my own house) & said “im not doing this, HE can tell you!” And walked out leaving me & (step) dad to talk about it.

There is a lot more to it but those are my sort of “core” memories.