In 1995 I was born to a mentally disabled women by the name of Rita. She was raped. Ever since then I've been bouncing around from relative to relative, all of whom don't want anything to do with me. My poor mother died last week.
I cannot even begin to describe the sadness I feel. My mother – the only person who ever truly loved me – went through literal hell, her child forcibly taken away from her because of something she had no control over.
Why would any man abuse a woman such as she? A woman with a mind of a child and a heart of an angel. I am ashamed to call myself human. I see nothing good about our species. Nothing.
I wish I could just die. Leave this world and be with my mother. | |
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