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Input: This happened a few years ago. In short, my grandmother showed me the legal and medical documents that said why I was taken from my mother for a time when I was very little. (Negligence that resulted in abuse.) I asked my mother about it and she blew up at me simply for asking. The convo (to a tee because I can't stop myself from replaying it in my head every now and then):

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Me: \*uncomfortable and visibly shaking from nerves\* Mom, I need to talk with you about something.

M (mother): \*not realizing I know\* Yes, Munchkin?

Me: \*deep inhale\* Yesterday, SF (stepfather) took me to see GM (grandmother).

\*M's eyebrows raise as I say this.\*

Me: While I was there, she showed me a box. In it were a bunch of papers about the circumstances leading to me being put into foster care. I'm not sure how much of it to believe, though. I wanted to hear your side of the story before deciding who to believe.

M: \*the realization setting in as she clacks her mouse down hard enough on the tray that it's loudly audible over the tv in the background\* What did you just say to me?

Me: I'm sorry, but I needed to know and I just want to hear your side of what happened.

M: You want to know *my side*?

Me: \*nods slowly\*

M: \*voice raised\* Have you ever considered how I feel? How I felt?

Me: \*deer in the headlights\* I just want to hear your side so that I can understand.

M: \*actually yelling, because SF said he could hear this from the garage\* Why would you make me go through that again? Being interrogated and having to answer for something I didn't do. If you saw the files, surely you must have seen the part where it said I took a polygraph which said I didn't know anything about it!

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I turn and run to the garage, sobbing and apologizing for having even asked all the while, with her still yelling at me to "come back here right now!". I can still hear her yelling at me for a little bit while I'm sitting in the garage crying my eyes out. I had to be crying for a good 15 minutes at least, but when I eventually calm down, SF tries to comfort me with a Pepsi. I take a couple of my anti-migraine pills (I always carried them with me) since I can feel one coming. M comes in a little later takes my phone and tries to kick me out of the house in the literal middle of the night (all this happens around 11PM/Midnight) because of the fight, only for SF to tell her to BTFO and say he'll drive me to GM's in the morning. (I'm still crying a little, but acting "tough.") She concedes. (I am 18 at the time, though, so it's perfectly legal for her to kick me out when she tried.)

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I keep hearing from people how I need to let go of what happened and just call her up to talk.

***Am I the Asshole for not wanting to make the first move and not wanting to listen to her if her first move is not an apology?***

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*(Note: There's a lot to this story being cut out. Some makes me look worse. Some makes her look worse.)* 

not wanting to talk with my mother since our fight