On Wednesday evening my Auntie told my mother about the abuse I suffered from my two cousins.
On Thursday morning my mother came out and stayed camping with us.
Guess what she said to me?
Nothing. Not a fucking word about any of it other than my Auntie asked her to give me a hug which was awkward as fuck.
So there it is. Black and white. I knew the possibility was there that she’d say nothing but part of me didn’t believe she would actually say nothing.
I don’t really know where to go from here when it comes to my mother. I feel so utterly disappointed by everything she is and everything she has and hasn’t done.
I need to talk to T. This was not a good week for a holiday at all.