Growing up, my father used to beat me. As I got older, I recognized the injustice of this and started to talk back. Things obviously escalated from there. One time, he threw a knife at me. Another time, he had his fingers around my esophagus to choke me. After that night, I slept with a knife under my bed.
When I was 12, my dad was working the evening/night shift and my mom asked if I wanted to go to dinner with her. On the way to the restaurant, we spoke about her work; her interpersonal problems with her colleagues. I gave her advice, and it […]