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As I got older, I realized more and more just how alone Mom and I were during that time. It wasn’t that we wanted to stay; it was that we didn’t have any help to get out. Over the years, we asked so many people to intervene. They were either scared to interfere or, as one relative put it, “we didn’t want to intrude on your family business.”
Joyful Recollections of Trauma: A Hilariously Cathartic Memoir-in-Essays of Childhood Turmoil, Self Healing, and Finding Happiness
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