A Mind Interrupted
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A Mind Interrupted

It’s Not His Fault He Hit You

Stop being angry about it. You are not the victim.

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

I hate my mother. And what I mean by that is not that I hate her as a person. Or rather, I hated her. It’s that I hate who she is, who she was, how she behaved. My mother and father both taught me not to hate. In fact, my father’s favourite phrase when I came in with a split lip, cut knees and a bruised ego, swearing blind that I hated Nicky Webster from…

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