The possessive Mother

as born, my mom kept me to her side. Literally. I never left her sight. She became too possessive even denying father the right of holding me. When visitors came around, she'd make excuses of me sleeping when the insisted on rare occasions when I was "awake", she'd quickly take me back saying I needed to feed. I used to enjoy the attention at first but then it became an issue when she wouldn't let me play with neighbors. It was so bad that she enrolled me in the school she taught in. She monitored my every move. I had heard my parents arguing about her behavior and she had plainly said that ", the world is a wicked place and she would do whatever it took to keep her only obim safe." Her sole attention was on me and it made me uncomfortable. I had tried sneaking out a few times when I was still little to play with the boys in the neighborhood but she had come out shouting for me. She dragged me by the ear all the way home. My father left two days after that. I was left with my mother. I was not happy. When I was nine, my mother shattered me. I was in my own room sleeping peacefully dreaming of life in another place where I was free from this cursed love of a