My lovely mother

Mom has no idea I'm schizotypal. When I was a kid she gathered us all up and yelled at us about her own mother. My sister was being bullied which is why she yelled at us. Like it was my sister's fault for being bullied.
She told us tales about her mother. My grandma. Grandma talked to tapes and televisions. She walked around the town naked. She couldn't take care of herself.
My mom yelled that it's no wonder if we are crazy too. I was around 8 at the time but I remember that night quite well. It was tiring.




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