From time to time life takes a fall and one thinks that life might not get up and move on. Yesturday was a day like that for me. I told my mother the truth I have kept locked up inside me for 50 plus years. I was at my wits end and finally told her why I believe she destroyed my life. I gave a detail that I swore to myself I would take to my grave. Last night I laid in bed and gave it alot of thought if telling the truth was my intent or making her suffer the way I have suffered for over 50 years. Today I believe telling her was not a good thing. My life isnt better or less painful for sharing this memory. I inflicted emotional pain on her for revenge. I wish I could take the truth back. So you might want to think carefully before telling the truth.
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