Papa routinely told you that you were incapable, but by seeing you as someone who didn’t have a voice, I treated you as powerless in our household, too. It was too hard for me to accept that, on some level, you made a choice to tolerate his behavior and to later redirect your anger toward me. It was too painful for me to consider that a part of you chose to accept mistreatment rather than to leave, that you later chose to protect him instead of protecting me.
