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We were shuffled from pillar to post from one relatives home to the next. When my mother took him back a second time, her family limited their aid.We were forced to go to a shelter after he hit her so bad it had sent her to the hospital. We grew up in ghetto situations, and his family stood by idly. I never really understood this growing up.I only remember little things. Now going through photo albums he never had a picture without a beer in his hand. The same with my siblings pictures. Now t...

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Soon the siblings that were my aunts and uncles dispersed across states putting as much distance to that home as possible. It was unheard of in the town where I grew up, families were usually within a block of each other. Donald was a charismatic young man and met my mother who also came from the same circumstances. Instead of being there for each other and building from the ashes of their childhood, he used my mother's past as a weakness and inflicted his perverse idealisms on my mother. He ...

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Donald (My Father)

Donald came from a large family that had an abusive and perverse Father. He molested my aunts and beat my uncles. He superimposed his perversion to his sons and shattered the self esteem of my aunts. This wasn't known until later. My Grandmother was a passive Christian woman who was very hypocritical in her beliefs.

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Why put it here? I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I don't want to play Martyr or Victim. I only need to let this pressure that has plagued me these 37 years out. Let it go and say that even though I don't like him, I still love him and forgive him. We can't pick our family, but we can learn from their shortcomings.

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