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Why I Was an Advocate for My Dying Mother

Even though she mistreated me my entire life

This sweet-looking lady is not my mother. Photo by Vladimir Soares on Unsplash

My relationship with my mom had always been complicated.

She got pregnant by mistake in the ‘60s. That pregnancy was me. She hastily married my father, then two years later had my little brother. At twenty-three years old, she was entrenched in an abusive marriage with two babes. She wanted…

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