What do we do with the happy memories of our abusive parents?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Four years ago, I woke from a spell that I had been under since childhood. After decades of torment, I recognized my mother for what she truly was: a personality-disordered abuser. She wasn't the victim she had always claimed to be. Then I saw the same behavior and abuse tactics being adopted and applauded by the social justice left.