The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

My Mother Ruined My 14th Birthday With Her Cruel Words

And 25 years later, it still hurts

A girl with dark brown hair looks sadly at the ground. She is wearing a silver dress and standing by some pink and gold balloons.
Image Credit: Photo by Inga Seliverstova

Nirvana blared through the speakers of my clock radio, jolting me from my sleep. I yanked the purple comforter off my head and headed toward the closet. It was the last day of eighth grade, and my best friend and I were wearing matching shirts from Rave.

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Missy Crystal

Missy Crystal

Working through my trauma one story at a time. Thanks for joining me on my journey.