# : 𝟎𝟐𝟖

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( # : 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟎𝟐𝟖 ) 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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( # : 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟎𝟐𝟖 )
𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞

" I can't deal with this anymore,"

Growing up my childhood was never dull, if anything it was one of the things that made me interesting. At least, that's what I thought.

" What do you mean, you can't do this anymore—" A harsh tone made the conversation more aggressive as the two argued. My mother backed away from my father as she grabbed her arms around her torso hugging it, I watched as her back slid against the cabinet she plopped down onto the floor.

Watching as her eyes puffed up and tears slowly began to pour out of her eyes. My dad approached her, he hadn't had open arms. He raised a hand as he slapped her face, sending her to pause after the impact.

Her eyes widened as she fell over, even though she was on the ground it hadn't stopped. He kept hitting her, over.. and over.. again..

Eventually, it became normal in our household.. abuse was normal, mama getting hurt was so normal. I grew up believing that was, " The normal. "

Thinking back to it, my whole childhood was never normal. I had watched my mom get abused, raped.. sexually abused, and assaulted. All by one man, my dad..

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