Ah yes, I remember.
"They'll be here any minute, hurry up and clean yourself up so it doesn't look like you were crying or you'll get your ass busted again"
While swatting the wire coat hanger in her hand that she had just used to viscously beat my ass with because I got grass stains on my jeans before the family Easter dinner.
Those are memories alright.

Me when commit tax fraud vs me when talk to police

This hits so close to home. Nobody believes my mom abused me because she's so charismatic and does great deeds for other people. She blames her years of unknown epilepsy. I don't. I'm trying to make the best of our relationship now that she knows she can't do anything to me anymore. I have my own place. If she starts shit while I'm visiting, I can just leave. If she gives me shit through text, I'll just ignore it. She's much more pleasant now, but I'll never forgive her actions. You can all probably tell how fucking complicated my relationship is with her pol