I am the abuser.…. I inherited your wicked tongue, your inability to lift my soul
Your ability to make me feel small and insignificant and now….I can offer that dark gift to others. That’s what I know.
I am the abuser….I learned from you that love comes with a slap, a beating, that I was never good enough, I was stupid.
That love was to be manipulated, and negotiated, that there was no free rides and I shared that with all who dared to love me. I shared the anger, the betrayal, the language of hate and abandonment.
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