It would be impossible for anyone to believe it. My mother threw herself onto the floor on Saturday, on her pacemaker.
She desperately needs help, but even the attempt to help her is responded to with verbal abuse.
After getting up and getting her rice krispies, making tea, then taking her shopping, my father asks me if I want tea, only to be yelled at by her, he can get his own.
I can understand my hate for the world now.
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