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My mom had a talent for playing the victim. If it got her what she wanted, she'd do anything. She once held a knife to her own throat at my school, crying that we were too poor—just so I could get a scholarship. Everyone thought I was the manipulative one and bullied me until I dropped out. At home, even when I was depressed, she chopped off her own finger to force me to start working. Left with no choice, I finally found a tutoring job, only to end up assaulted by the man of the house. I thought she'd feel sorry for me. Instead, she barged into his mansion, screaming, "You think you can use my daughter for free? She's ruined now. I want at least 300 thousand dollars." She cried, wailed, and threatened to hang herself, attracting the neighbors. Some even filmed everything and put it on the internet. By the next day, I was being doxxed and torn apart online by netizens who didn't know what truly happened. Then the man's wife showed up at my door. She broke my leg with her own hands. In utter despair. I slit my wrists. When I opened my eyes again, I learned my mother's tactics. This time, I'd beat her at her own game and force her to watch.