am grateful that our family—mostly my mom, really—rescued my dad from the anger, paranoia, and hatred that imprisoned him for almost twenty years. Some may take issue with my mom’s means, but I see in my mother a woman who stuck it out when her husband’s personality changed, who was there with him through the arguing and anger, patiently nurturing and drawing out the man she had loved, a man who had almost disappeared. Mostly through her simple act of distancing him from harmful messaging, he returned to his former self.
This paragraph is very important to me.
