Chris Haleua

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It’s always something like: “I, an innocent little old lady, was harmlessly sitting in my living room when my crazy bitch of a daughter stormed in and started screaming and spitting on my face. She called me the worst mother who’s ever lived simply because I didn’t attend her eighth-grade graduation ceremony. Then she said that I would never see any of my grandchildren! Oh, and she said it all with a smug, evil, emotionless smile on her cold lips.” It’s all very exaggerated, so you’d look like a complete jerk to question it. Similarly, here is a mother who visited a “go no contact” thread for ...more
Fault Lines: Fractured Families and How to Mend Them
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