We all live behind white picket fences, right? Or at least we think everyone else does. We all believe that everyone else lives a sheltered life and that ours is the only one screwed up, right? A few years ago, I went back to college to learn Spanish. One of…
“That was the biggest statement I ever made to that pedophile. His jaunty step went absent, his face was taut, and his hands were whitish pink as he gripped the red handle of the shopping cart. Thrilled, I skipped with glee to my mom in the bread aisle.”
“In the midst of my crumbling, unstable household I was introduced to my biological dad, which created a tiny spark of hope for normalcy. Exposing my abuse opened up a variety of wounds that were not healing right in the first place.”
“When they woke him up and told him to get dressed, he kept repeating, “Why is she doing this to me? Ang, why is she doing this?” My mom didn’t answer him. She just kept her head turned away from him. I don’t know if they took him to jail…
