Flashback landmine

I wanted to start shaving… my mom furious, screaming and throwing a disposable 5 pack of my father's crappy razors after me into the bathroom. I don't know what I'm doing, she's yelling that i'm a bad girl, and i wet my legs and start shaving. I needed help and she was screaming at me… so I learned on my own and without creme or soap.

I remember that razor… it was cheap, and sharp, and I nicked myself a few times, once pretty deep. Running water over it, hypnotized, watching the blood wash away, and the white spot left behind. I remember that night in complete clarity for the first time ever, and blocking it out. Because no mother would treat her child like that.

Jesus Christ. What a landmine to go off in the middle of whatever this is.