Memories

All my memories start from a young age, But it's always the bad ones that never go away. I remember when I was 4, It was all love and happiness with so much more. By the time I got to 6, I remember my mum wouldn't call it quits. The big C started to take over, But she stayed with us and got so much stronger. She fought and fought until she no longer could, but they kept her with us like she should. It got to hard for mum and dad, To the point their marriage got really bad. They no longer seen eye to eye, but had love for eachother that would never die. Their marriage started to fall apart, Mum met someone else, she thought had a heart. He broke her to pieces Leaving her questioning life, She thought she wasn't good enough but decided to give it a try. She cure the big C and was left with a colostomy bag. He always called her for it and made her feel sad. She went on to have her bag reversed, It was for him, he made her feel no worth. She knew the chance was 50/50, But she did it anyway thinking he'd be happy. Unfortunately for us she never survived, She got septicemia and f***ing died. Now we are left without our mum, and i put it down to that narcissists scum.