My earliest childhood memories are of my mother being beaten and verbally abused in front of my brother and I. It s almost hard to understand why the police never came to break it up, it was so lound and violent...but those were different times I guess. We used to barricade ourselves behind pillows on the bottom bunk of our bunk bed in terror. My moms boyfriend, who later became my stepfather (they re still married), used to scream at us to shut up, and his voice would crack, and his face... Watching Mom Get Beaten
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