Questions, So Many...
I never understood, as a child, why my Mother kept making my Father so angry - why didn't she just let him be? You know, when she asked him those 3 craaaazy words, "Where were you?". It just clicked in my head, one day, that she wasn't the one with
the problem - he was. (Even though it was MANY years later, that I identified it as Domestic Violence.)
Why did I feel different from everyone else? I always felt like I was "missing something", almost like some kind of "inside joke", when I would talk to people about my Father. I was an observant child - I knew how to keep my mouth shut, though. I saw a lot more than I talked about.
I did ask a lot of questions. However, it wasn't until I started asking the right questions, to the right people, that I made progress. I like to think it was just time for me to know.
Do you have questions about any relationships in your life? Unfortunately, even in these days of knowledge about EVERYTHING literally at our fingertips, people still don't "see" Domestic Violence.
Sad, isn't it??!
Have a good day, and be safe... #ENDtheSILENCEofVIOLENCE #EtSoV