Bruised… not broken
Life started out not so well for me as a child, when my psychotic mother would give up all parental rights to my father when I was four. We expect our mothers to be loving, caring and protect us from all evil but what do you do when she is “the evil one”? As some have lived through the horrors of a dysfunctional childhood, I would soon have the same experience from years of emotional and verbal abuse to her showing me what violence looks like in motion. Molestation by a neighbor and later...
