If I don't win and he does, I die.
I have felt a part of me has been dead for many years.
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
I look back at a lifetime and I don't even recognize the woman who was or the woman I became. Everyone is gone that the post would app...
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