I'm still traumatized by my fu*k a*s bi*ch of an aunt. Somewhere between kindergarten and second grade my bi*ch a*s aunt traveled all the way from South Carolina to Miami to visit my family and me. bi*ch showed up to my class and had me read to her and every word I got wrong, the bi*ch would pinch me as hard as she could in front of everybody. I remember crying by the second page! Tears running and the crazy bi*ch would not stop. She spent the rest of my life up until I was early twenties trying to treat me and my siblings that way until I finally flipped out on her. I remember my mom had to flip on her when I was in highschool, bi*ch was off. Drove her husband to an alcoholic death.
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