When I look back at my childhood, and I think about everything that happened, it’s no wonder that I married an alcoholic, worked for an abusive boss for years, and basically endured life. I certainly didn’t enjoy life. I had fun moments, but for the most part, I existed in a state of silent rage.
My mom died when I was 29, and between my drunk husband an…
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