Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Beatings Never Really Stop

Not my story, thank God, but one worthy of documentation and remembrance.
Dating the woman who would become my wife I asked in the course of casual conversation about growing up, “…and remember when you would walk in the door and your dad would knock you to the floor, kicking and hitting and yelling?” She stared at me in stunned silence. There is no normal. The rational has been torn away from your ability to grasp it.


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