We have, to some degree, broken the cycle of endless pain. Haven’t we? Mama and Pop had been beaten raw with switches and extension cords, wooden spoons, belts (buckle side); been called useless, ugly, good for nothing; been shouted at till kingdom come. Beyond the occasional few hard slaps and spankings, my sisters and I had not been victims of such violence from our parents. Mama and Pop had escaped that life and were desperate for something different for their kids. But it lived in them still, that past, the way these things do.
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