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Authors

Ashley Morgan

Abstract

As a child, I spent most of my time daydreaming imagining other places and pretending to be someone else to avoid facing the reality of our home. My family looked ideal from the outside. I lived in a smalI house with my Mom, Dad, Grandma, two sisters, and a brother. Inside, it was a different story. My father physically abused my brother and sexually abused me. My mother knew, but chose not to defend us; and, I felt trapped in a life that offered no escape. For a very long time, I hated my mother. I despised her because she continued to be with my father when she absolutely recognized that he was hurting his own kids. I blamed my father's lack of punishment squarely on her weak shoulders.

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