When The Hurt Comes from Inside the House
Familial betrayal is the deepest cut
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8 min readMar 19
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When he first came into my life, I was suspicious. Who was this man with the Irish brogue and gameshow smile fixing me boxed macaroni and cheese? Who was this man who claimed he was my pal, my friend — let’s ride in the Jeep with the windows rolled down and James Taylor blaring and how about we stop for cheese fries?
