When I was growing up, my Mother and I never got along. I was resentful that she married a mean drunk after she left my dad. He used to whip me with a belt, making me pick it out. Sometimes he'd leave bruises on my legs and bottom. I wish that I'd told somebody about it before now.
when i was growing up , my mother and i never got along . i was res ##ent ##ful that she married a mean drunk after she left my dad . he used to whip me with a belt , making me pick it out . sometimes he ' d leave bruises on my legs and bottom . i wish that i ' d told somebody about it before now .
I wish that I'd told somebody about it before now.