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My goodness, our stories are similar!
It's been over 40 years since my mother put her hands on me, but the verbal abuse continued well into my adulthood.
She never changed. She's now 93 years old, bedridden, and I'm her healthcare advocate and primary caregiver
I vacillate between being compassionate (Who/What made HER that way?), to absolutely not being able to stand the sight of her, wishing that he's hurry the hell up and die, so that I can be done with her, once and for all...when in reality, she'll be with me for the rest of my life: wounds become scars, then bruises, then memories.
There IS hope, however, my friend: WE CAN HEAL.
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JH
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