I am am sharing my Mothers Day post from last year.
“….I was the baby, her favorite. This is not a good thing. My siblings resented me and took out their anger on me. I remember hiding under my brother’s bed because my sisters wouldn’t dare go in to his room. I was stabbed with a fork, thrown over the banister, hit and made fun of. I hated watching my mom hit or belittle or yell at my siblings knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it. Knowing they would get me back for what she did to them…”
Read the rest of the story: Mother’s Day has been hard