With no dad to save me, I used to imagine that I was adopted and that my real family was out there. I fit with them. I wasn’t the black sheep of that family. Until we were reunited, I had no choice but to endure this horrible man that my mother had married who was becoming more and more a part of my life. I had to endure whatever aggressive, violent, or humiliating things he chose to do to me on any particular day.
