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So,

Me and my mother mainly have never got along.
She always wanted me to be perfect.
If I wasn't she would put me down a lot.
She would make a lot of my decisions for me when I was younger.
If I went against them I would be caned and locked in my room for days, sometimes worse.
I would do things to please her. Like play the violin until my fingers bleed and were numb. Even my "favorite" color and the we I always had to wear my hair was her decision.
Gelled and slicked back in a very tight bun.
It would pull back my eyes.
I remember I wanted to have it braided like the other girls.
She didn't like how curly it was so she would press it and pull it back in a bun.
So you couldn't really see what my curl pattern was.
I started losing my hair because I got stressed a lot about my parents fights and pulled it out.
I hated my hair, because it felt like something else that was mine but not really mine.
I was eight at the time.
Kids at school started noticing I was balding.
I was already the "teacher's pet" that only things worse.
When I told my mom.
She said it was because I wasn't very likable and I needed to change the way I acted and they would too.
I started failing on purpose and disrespecting my teachers so I could be cool.
After a while they started to accept me.
But the thing is.
I felt they was really accepting me more like someone else.
Someone who I could never me be.
I got expelled and my mother hired a teacher and I was basically homeschooled.
About like three years later my parents finally divorced.
I was left in the middle in the middle of things. my mother got admitted into a mental health hostpital.
My father disappeared...

I had to live with my grandmother.
That's where my life changed she homeschooled me still.
I was really happy with her.
Years later she got sick and couldn't take care of me anymore so I got emancipated and lived with a good friend. I had finished school and was off to college.
I still do not speak to my parents.