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All my life I’d been trying to show respect to Pops, but when was he going to show the same to me?
Never, girl.
You treat me worse than you treat my pedophile brother.”
BARS.
It felt strange, but at twenty-seven years old, I was finally learning to build healthy relationships and have a healthier, less fear driven view of God.
Like the rest of the world, I was finally able to see my eldest brother for what he was—a man unable to control himself, totally detached from the reality of how deeply he was hurting others.
