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And before we do get into this story, I just want to give you a couple of warnings.

There is mentions of mental and physical abuse and also talk of suicide within the story

as well.

So if you do want to skip it, please feel free to do so.

TimeSems are always down in the description and along the timeline

below. Thank you. And the story is titled, I, Male 18, just found out that my father, male 42,

baby trapped my mother, female 40, with me. I grew up thinking my mother had abandoned us.

That's what he always told me.

He told me my mother packed up and left us when I turned two years old.

I grew up to resent and hate her,

only because I saw how my father was working super long hours to make ends meet.

I hated how my grandma basically had to raise me.

When I would ask her about my mother, my grandma painted a picture of a bitter, spiteful,

hateful, spoiled, and entitled woman.

I felt very justified in my anger and hate for her.

That's why my family told me and had absolutely no reason to doubt them.

A few weeks ago, I found her on social media while at my

boyfriend's house. I was so fucking mad. She was out there living her best life. She is a cook or

chef in a Michelin Star restaurant. She travels, has a huge apartment and apparently is married to a

gorgeous man. In a fit of rage, I de-emmed her, cursing her out for abandoning me to live her frivolous life,

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