She was nice to my face, but told lies about me and made fun of me behind my back. I caught her once but I ended up apologising. The next time I found out because she forgot to hang up the phone. I heard her laughing at my mental illness and how I couldn’t get out of bed, how I was too anxious to leave the home. Then spreading lies to people who would listen. I wonder how much damage this has done to me over the years. She raised me. I trusted and forgave her. This time I’ve got to get out.