When I was a kid

My mother did horrible things to me as a child, one of my first conscious memories of her is when I was five and I had locked myself in my room because she was screaming at me, I’ll probably never forget the sound of her trying to kick my door down, she doesn’t know or remember that when I was ten years old she left my dog in the middle of nowhere because she didn’t like that I got a B on my spelling test, she still acts like she was the best mother in the world, and she always says that I should be grateful because she had it worse as a kid. When I was thirteen I came out as Bi and she kicked me out and made me sleep in the streets for a week.