Don’t use my stuff!

Once when my mom found out that I had used her scissors and not put them back where they belonged, she forced me to sit down at the kitchen table while she attempted to burn my fingers with her lighter. I kept blowing the flame out. I remember being terrified, and was crying. I just kept blowing that flame out, so I wouldn’t get burned. This was supposed to teach me not to touch things that weren’t mine.

~ by dysfunctionalfamily on December 26, 2007.