When I was eighteen years old, I wrote a “Mother’s Day card” and send it to my biological mother. Like I said, I always knew about her, but I never remembered her. I was allowed access to my dad’s firesafe, and I found her then current address on the domestic relations paperwork. The letter was…
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A Restraining Order
I ended up at the women’s shelter. I was afraid to go in, but I knew I needed time away from the manipulation and abuse of my father. I met with a domestic violence counselor, and I told her everything. I mention everything from the sexual abuse, to the physical, to the controlling nature of…