My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

cruel your choices were.”

Silence.

Real silence.

Not defensive.

Not strategic.

Just silence.

Finally she spoke.

“If they ask about me someday… what will you tell them?”

“The truth.”

Her expression tightened.

“That I hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“That I was cruel?”

“Yes.”

“That you kept them away because I wasn’t safe?”

The word unsafe seemed to physically wound her.

“Yes.”

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