Shoshana your dad pushed me out. I couldn’t take it. not after what I knew: I just couldn’t: I knee nobody would help you: maybe if I don’t live it could help? I’ve Reid everything else. Your father- is hurting you; that it what you say. I wish I could help: nobody will listen to me,
I pray and hope God gives you the most strength ever:
Deserve better: not a world I ever felt welcomed in. Not ever. By anyone- always been on the outside scared to look in.
Published by kristinatehrani
Born a first generation American, half Irish Catholic and half Persian Jew, I like to write about a childhood mired in the chaos of never knowing where I stood. The only constants in my life have been reading, writing and a passion for social justice.
I am a nurse, a single mother, a domestic abuse survivor, radical feminist and outspoken advocate for logic, public health, gray areas, and purposeful dialogue.
I know entirely too much about sociopaths, autism, and medieval British history.
I write under a pen name to protect the privacy of my family.
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