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This Place Was Called Home

So much hatred for this place called home. Never was over the years it never felt like home the viciousness’ of a mother and sisters was over whelming at times a drunk father who found the time in a bar chair and stinger drinks were of more comfort than family life. A mother who spent her time chasing another man forsaking her husband namesake son because of a name. Yes, mother invented child abuse. But I realize today it was because of husband abuse and the inability to fight back she took it out on his named son daily.

Sixty-five years later I forgive you. Don’t you dare be so petty or smug to think this is for you. This is not for you, but for my soul my heart my sanity my hatred. Because like mordacious chains shackling me to the painful past, I will no longer allow you to pollute my heart with bitterness, fear, distrust, or anger. I forgive you because my intense hate and child-hood fear of you is just another way of holding on, and you don't belong here anymore. ~ trace

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