She was angry all the time.

Everyone said it was because of that massive chip on her shoulder.

But they didn’t really know her.

They didn’t know that her childhood memories are full of her Father’s abuse against her Mother.

The humiliation, the verbal and physical abuse she witnessed as a child.

They didn’t know the poverty and deprivation she experienced.

The bullying that began when she was a child and became her constant companion throughout her teen years.

They didn’t know the shame and pressure she suffered because of her family’s dysfunction,

her separated parents,

two brothers in prison.

They didn’t know that she always felt left-out,



They didn’t know that she never had the opportunity to deal with her issues, so it came out in the only way she knew how.

To be angry.


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