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Why It’s Time to Forgive Everyone Who Hurt You
Whether you want to or not
(disclaimer: this post may contain triggers, tread carefully)
Abuse. Oh man I’ve certainly had my fair share. It started when I was 10 when I got the first beating from my mom and then it all finally ended when I was 51 and left my emotionally and verbally abusive partner.
Yup, it’s been a long road of abuse.
During my childhood years, from 10–18 (when I finally left that hell house) I was beat regularly and randomly.
Some days the pain was so bad I could barely walk the next day.
Some days I didn’t even know what I had done.
Some days it wasn’t even me who had done anything wrong but my other sister who may have to be blamed for whatever shit happened, but she was nowhere to be found, so I got it.
Take one for the team Iva.
And of course there was the emotional abuse that comes with being raised in an extremely dysfunctional household. Limiting beliefs plugged in so fucking deep, I’m still working on erasing those.
Dad was the main abuser here. Mom would just leave the room and pretend nothing was happening. If it went on too long sometimes she would say“ok that’s enough” but that rarely…
