Flashback I don't want to do this. With every step I take, I feel like my heart is breaking into a million tiny pieces. It's so unfair to me and to her. For the first time in my life, I hate my mother for choosing to be a stripper. Yes, it was her choice. She could have done anything, become anyone but she chose this damn profession. Growing up with someone like her, I had no choice but to follow in her footsteps. She didn't tell me that I could be a doctor or a lawyer or something else. All she did was teach me how to apply makeup, wear heels, and dress like a slut to attract men. We went from club to club because she was always trying to make more money by dancing for rich men. Now that I think about it, I remember how she enjoyed seducing them and how she'd be happy whenever they fell for her. Somehow she was happy with what she did. Me on the other hand, I can't say I was happy. Content, yes but happy? I've only ever been happy once in my life. The day I gave birth to my two lit
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