I am talking about my parents’ abuse, not my father’s abuse, because my mother is equally involved in it.

The fact that she let it happen, enabled it and kept it alive, didn’t oppose it and didn’t take my objections seriously then or now, hurts me far more than my father’s doings.

With my father, I knew what I was up against. But I had faith in my mother.

Abuse is not something that happened, but something that happens.

The after-talk waves red flags.