I grew up seeing domestic violence.
Despite my mom’s narcissistic tendencies, it never justified my dad’s physical aggression towards her. In turn, when my mom became upset from the altercations, I was the one who suffered her wrath. To clarify, this wasn’t disciplinary action. It involved her consuming an excessive amount of alcohol, instructing me to undress, lie in the bathtub, … Continue reading I grew up seeing domestic violence.
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