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***Trigger Warning***
When I was 13 or so my father grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground when my mother finally managed to get him to let go I lay on the floor in the fetal position crying and begging him to leave me alone. Begging to know why he hated me so much. He didn't say a word. He just kept kicking me. Over and over again.
My point with that story is that it wasn't anything we've done that caused them to act that way. We were nothing more than convenient emotional and physical punching bags for them to take their own issues out on.
We were never the problem.
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