I did it all: I thought I had. Made ready; you can’t imagine the knowing I’m about to die. But as I said before/ not your fault never. Never ever, I just couldn’t do it anymore: fighting the lies, watching my daughter being abused and the PC advocating to confirm this abuse. Couldn’t do it.
The last day
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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. View more posts
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