User blog comment:Shadewing/WTF/@comment-3155630-20120917125146

Shadeh, if it makes you feel better, one of the reasons that I was having a horrible birthday was because my father (who's in France for two months) texted my mother asking if I could hang out with his girlfriend on Monday, since she had told him that I had been acting extremely depressed the day before my birthday.

My mother asked me if I wanted to go do something with his girlfriend and his best friend (who's like an uncle to me). I told her, 'sure, why not?'

Well, she slapped me until I fell to the ground and started screaming about how dare I go with that puta (bitch, slut, whore) until I scrambled onto my bed, then ran out of my room to the otherside of the house and vomited in total fear and shock.

I didn't stop crying for hours and when I finally talked to my Papa I cried again.

Thankfully, my day got better, but I'm afraid of my mom. She's unstable.