It’s Always Your Fault, And They’ll Never Apologize
My dad once threw me into a wall and dragged me across the floor by my hair. I left for a few days because I didn’t feel safe, but I came back because I couldn’t leave my sister. At the end of it all, he said
“I’m not sorry for what I did, and I won’t apologize.”
Bonus: my mom told me that all the bad things that happen to me were my fault, and I deserved them.
Me: “Even the two accidents I was in? That wasn’t my fault?”
Mom: “Yes. “
Me: “So I deserved to be assaulted by that guy, too?”
Mom: “You probably did.”
I’ll remind her this next time something happens to her.