They Called My Mother A Monster Until I Read Her 30-Year Secret Ledger

I was universally known as a monster of a mother, guilty of countless sins.

Ever since my daughter turned eight, she had to surrender every penny of her allowance to me.

While she choked down dry bagels in the dead of winter, I gambled her money away at poker tables.

When she worked part-time after college classes to pay tuition, I took her hard-earned cash to splurge at luxury malls.

After graduation, she made good money, yet I forced her to live in a dingy basement without an ounce of sympathy.

When she found a boyfriend, my first demand was a hundred-thousand-dollar luxury car.